2003-07-10 - 2:22 p.m.
The resident workhorse sponge stationed at the kitchen sink had reached the point at which it stops making dishes clean. When a sponge becomes questionable it no longer has a function. To the trash it went.
Fast forward to me entering Kings Pharmacy. I Approached the counter with two new plasticly sealed sponges. The clerk was in a frenzy, deftly punching the keys at the Lotto machine. The clerks at this pharmacy are able to operate both the Lotto machine and cash register simultaneously, handling two separate lines.
In this blur of activity the woman handed me my now bagged sponges, my receipt, and my change, and wished me "Good luck."
