The energetic young clerk at Best Buy was flapping her hands as she came to the register to ring me up. I must've looked quizzical, because she explained: "Hand sanitizer," she said. "It needs to dry."
I must've still looked quizzical — after all, the store was surgically clean — because she kept talking.
"We handle Vegas money all day," she said. "God only knows where it's been. And I see people putting money in their mouth, I'm like ...."
God knows? I thought what happened here, stayed here!
She had a valid point, one that I'm loathe to think about. What body parts touched those dollar bills in my pocket? What did the stripper do with those $20 bills before she bought groceries with 'em?
Yep, pleasant thoughts all. And that doesn't count the cocaine contamination.
Friday, February 22, 2008
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