My Fellow Inebriates,
What would YOU do if you woke up and found this on the breakfast table?
Damn straight, I slammed that shooter back.
Only it wasn’t a shooter. It was Miss P’s amoxicillin.
While I was retching…
Mum: P, you took your medicine already! I didn’t even have to ask you. Good job!
Innocent smile from P.
LB: WTF was that? OMG, that was the worst shooter I ever had!
Mum: Amoxicillin. P, did you take this medicine?
V: Mummy, what’s LB doing? Silly LB! Is LB throwing up?
Mum: P, did you give your medicine to LB?
This was true.
Mum: So you just shot this back, LB? Dude.
LB: What the hell was in that? OMG, seriously, you’re making P take this 21 times?
Mum: Well, 20 now, since you’ve taken one of them.
P: I don’t mind sharing.
LB: Holy shit, what flavor is that supposed to be? That wasn’t like any shooter at any bar that I’ve ever had ever! OMG!
V: It’s banana, yellow banana.
LB: OMFG! So will it at least give me a buzz?
Mum: No. All it will do is alert any bad microbes you have of amoxicillin’s antimicrobial properties, enabling them to develop resistance and evolve into a stronger strain. So thanks for nothing, buddy.
But P was clearly happy yours truly had taken the bullet. Even though she still had to take another dose, she was that much closer to the end of the bottle.
After a nasty experience like this morning’s, I need a proper banana shooter.