Tuesday, May 12, 2009
My pharmacist is an extremely tiny and cute Asian-American woman. I dub her Drug Bunny. And, no, I'm not planning to ask her out. She refills my insulin and blood pressure medication, plus she rings up my purchases which have lately consisted of gauze pads and butt wipes. I'm sure that's gotten her hot for me. Plus she looks about 18, but I think that's probably due to her bunny genes. I'm assuming you have to undergo some kind of training before they let you sell pills, so she's probably at least 21. Still way too young for me.
My friends and I had a debate over the age of my favorite J-waitress (she worked in a Thai restaurant). People often mistook her for a high school student. My friends guessed 21 because she could legally serve alcohol. I guessed 23 just because I'm used to how young some of them can look. I asked her and discovered that she was 31. Yay - old enough for me! And married. Boo!
That probably explains the pedophilia in Japan. "She's 12? I thought she was 40! Really, how the hell can you tell around here?"
Given my success with women, I think I should write a book entitled How to Become a Serial Killer.
Random link - Leesa.