A couple of days ago, when I attempted to go to work (only to be sent home by the big boss), I stopped at a downtown CVS to try to pick up a good old warm steam vaporizer to help me sleep better while I'm dealing with this stinkin' pneumonia. The CVS I hit, over on G Street by the White House, is the Reader's Digest Condensed version of a drug store. They have very little there. In fact, I'm not sure they actually have a pharmacy there, come to think of it.
I asked a clerk if they carried vaporizers, and she went to hunt with me, which was kind. I was busy harfing up a lung, coughing my brains out, and she asked what was wrong with me. I told her pneumonia, and she said, "Ooooh, that's bad." Yes. Yes, it is.
When it was apparent that the Munchkin CVS did not have what I needed, I left. And, as I departed, the helpful clerk yelled out, "Good luck getting over that ammonia! I hear ammonia can be really bad!"
And, in full snark mode, a customer in line responded, "I hope it doesn't turn into bleach!"