So I’m out in my front yard, trying to get some watering done whilst rubbing the eye, and this door-to-door salesman guy walks up to me.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yes, it’s just allergies.”
“Oh, I have those. I’m from Utah, where we don’t have a problem with allergies, but out here… what meds are you taking?”
“I tried Benadryl,” I said, “but it made me sleepy.”
“Oh, you don’t want to try that stuff,” he said. “Benadryl made me crazy where I found myself holding a knife to my roommate’s throat… and I couldn’t remember a thing about it afterward. You don’t want to take Benadryl.”
Um… y’know… after that, I didn’t feel up to asking him what the ‘safe’ allergy medicine was. I just took the pamphlet and told him I’d think about the stuff he was selling.
Exercise du jour: 8 miles cycling