Here’s something lighthearted as we impatiently await fresh post-debate polls.
Grandmotherly Walmart pharmacy clerk: Can I help you Sir?
Me: Thank you. I’m here to pick up a prescription for my wife. Her name is (Firstname Lastname).
Clerk: Can you tell me her birthday?
Me: November twenty….. No wait, that’s mine…
Me (silently to myself, as I am now under pressure): OK I know this.
Me (relieved): March 21, 1969, but the year is probably negotiable at this point.
Clerk: Yes I have one for her. (she finds the prescription, smiles at me, and starts scanning stuff)
Clerk (now really smiling broadly): Would you like to speak to the pharmacist with any questions about this prescription?
Me: No Ma’am. We finally figured out where babies come from. After the 4th one.
Clerk (continues to smile and smirk kindly as she processes transaction): Is there anything else?
Me (handing my debit card forward): No thanks.
Clerk (waving me away): There’s no charge for this, Sir.
Me: Oh, right. Cool. Thanks Obama !