Last night around 9:00 p.m. Caroline was starting to wheeze and cough from a cold she caught over the weekend. Turns out it was a minor asthma attack brought on by the cold.
She is fine now, but I spent the better part of three hours with her in the emergency room, just to make sure.
By the time I got Caroline home and back into bed, it was close to 2:00 a.m., and I needed to have her prescription filled so that she could take her medicine first thing in the morning.
Terri found a 24-hour Walgreens near our house, and so at 2:05 am, I set out to fill Caroline's prescription.
I expected to find the Walgreens staffed by a single cashier, sitting on a stool behind the register of an empty, semi-lit store, reading a frayed copy of People magazine.
Instead, when I walked into the store, I was greeted by the blast of rock music blaring from a radio. Up and down each isle, stock workers were busy stocking shelves, each singing their version of the rock song in Tagalog. It was a like American Idol in the Twilight Zone!
There were actually two or three customers shopping in the store. And I'm not talking about people in their pajamas picking up a bottle of milk or diapers. One woman was pushing a cart going aisle by aisle as she scanned a list coupons held in her hand.
Who knew that Walgreens was a hot spot for Tagalog karaoke and all-night marathon shopping?
1 comment:
This is hilarious! How did you find out that it was Tagalog? I wonder what that song was. Chances are that I've heard it. Karaoke is such a Pinoy pastime.
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