posted on Oct, 19 2007 @ 03:11 PM
I'm standing on line at the local pharmacy. This is one of those large pharmacy type stores that sells everything from soap and medicine to pencils
and halloween candy. Anyway, there's an old lady in front of me and she's asking the cashier for help in finding something. The cashier has a look
of horror on her face so, naturally, I lean in for a better listen.
The old lady says "I need a small container with powder for dead bodies."
The girl behind the counter says "we don't sell containers for dead bodies."
"no, I need a container of powder for the dead body. A dead body container. With Powder."
The woman turns around and asks me if I can help her. I, of course, tell her I am no longer in the body disposal business."
The girl behind the counter cracks up. The old lady looks confused. Then a dude on the next line turns around and says "damn, I got a ton of bodies
in my basement and I stopped looking for containers and powders ages ago."
Everyone turned to look at this guy and he looked like your standard, run of the mill serial killer.
Out of nowhere, another dude goes "I've been looking for a meeting like this for years. Hi, my name is Joe and I'm a serial killer."
Four people went "Hi Joe" in unison.
Full moon. All Hallows Eve is nigh.
Strange things are afoot at the circle K (ok, Duane Reade)