So, this Elk season when Dad and I were hunting, we ate a little bit of junk food. Just a tiny bit. And, my tummy started acting up. After searching my purse for relief, I asked Dad if he had any medicine. He told me to look in the jockey box, and sure enough in there I found some Tempo tabs. I remembered those from childhood. Good medicine, as I remembered it. I looked at the package, and there were numbers printed on it. I chuckled when I saw the sequence of letters and numbers. Nov 87. November 1987. Aaah, I remember it well. Not really, just know I was in the 8th grade. That's about all I remember from that year. Anyway, I laughed and said something like "Hey Dad, these like expired in the Regan administration." "Well", he said, "then let your damn stomach hurt then." Then we both cracked up. So, I opened the foil package with a bit of trepidation. I remembered them being mint green, soft and chewy. Upon opening I found yellow, hard and petrified. I tried to chew it, and I couldn't even bite into it. Why did I try? Let's just say morbid curiosity. Let's not misunderstand. I am not dissing Dad's medicine kit in his truck, I am glad he has one. It is much worse here at my house, inside my medicine cabinet when I found medicine awhile back that expired in 1999. Emma got a chuckle out of that since that was the year she was BORN. :) Good times, good times.
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3 comments:
That is so something I would do and have. I guess if its your dad to its just good parenting
Ah I met Jeff in 1999 that was a good year.
Mmmm, hard yellow candy, sounds like medicine to me.
Ewwww!!! I toss everything out so quickly. If the date says 2 days over ... it is in the trash. :)
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