Eye drops
A Rare Rainbow
I stop at the eye drop aisle in Wal-mart. A white-haired woman in her seventies is studying an eye drop box. I pick up my favorite brand. She still examines the side of the box.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m looking for the expiration date,” she says.
“Eye drops have expiration dates?”
“Yes, they don’t work as well if they expire.” She points at the box. “2004. That’s not good.”
“I think that’s the copyright date for the packaging.”
She doesn’t believe me, and picks up another box. I look at my eye drops and find the expiration date on the bottom of the box. November 2008.
She looks at hers. “2003. This one’s expired too.”
“The expiration date is on the bottom.” I point to it. March 2009, although it is written March 09.
“March 9th,” she says. “That’s good.”
I let her be. I’m sure she will use them up before next March.
Comments
Wal-Mart is always an experience. That was too funny.
Posted by: Kelley | September 3, 2007 4:27 PM
True, Kelley. When I first moved to Idaho I remember my neighbor saying how he liked going to Wal-mart because he always ran into someone he knew. Having just moved from a big city, this was a very foreign concept for me.
Now six years later, it is rare I don't run into someone I know at Wal-mart.
Posted by: jd | September 4, 2007 5:32 AM