Pluggers by Rick McKee for March 13, 2019

Happy seventy-first birthday, ma’am.

Darn clock only goes in one direction ;-)

When I look in the mirror, there’s some old guy blocking my view.

Dam_, I know my late MIL’s birthday. Does that make me a double plugger?

4/12/61, I robbed the cradle.

This is true: 1/12/69 I pick up way more prescriptions for her than myself. And one of my backgrounds is a wedding picture with the date on it.

A lot of times it the other way, wife knows hubby’s. He maybe not.

After giving them my wife’s DOB I follow up by saying she’s my granddaughter. You should see the open mouth stares I get.

Another satisfied Walmart shopper. I think they ask for address at Walgreens.

We’ve been dealing with the same druggist from eons. He knows both of us by name, even when we see him in the post office.

Amen

Uh-Oh. I’m older than his wife. I must be a plugger!

Yep…. that is a truism for me as well. I can recite her birthday more readily than mine because I do pick up her prescriptions for her. Fortunately for me, I do not yet have an on-going prescription.

That’s my birthday!

Well, not the 48 part. 1/23/81.

Once when I was asked for my BD at a pharmacy, I said it, as I always do – three, five, forty-five (a made up # but same general vicinity). The young lady behind the counter thought for a moment & said, “nineteen? forty-five?” :)

So…Either I look REALLY young for my age or I’m a time traveler. :) (Wish I was that 2nd option!)

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