Here in Covington, Kentucky, down at the corner of happy and healthy—I’m talking Walgreens on Madison Avenue—they sell little bottles of vodka. They will probably make a person happy for a while but not very healthy. Walgreens should know better. Just saying.
Now I’ve never purchased any of these little bottles, have just noticed them behind the counter when a Walgreens cashier is checking my stuff out—not my personal stuff, you understand, just the items I’m purchasing. I’ve noticed the price on those little bottles. They’re 99 cents each. I have a feeling Walgreens sells a bunch of them.
Friday afternoon I was heading over to Walgreens to pick up a few things. As I was leaving my apartment, so was my neighbor. I’ll call him Ronald here.
“Hey neighbor!” Ronald said. He always greets me the same way.
“Hi, Ronald,” I replied as we both headed to the elevator.
“Where ya goin’?” he asked.
“Walgreens” I said.
“Hey, can you do me a favor?”
“What?” I replied as we both got on the elevator and as I pressed ‘G’ for the ground floor.
“You know those little bottles of vodka they got over there?”
“Can you pick me up a couple?” he asked.
“Do you have any money to give me?”
“No,” Ronald said. “They only cost 99 cents, just thought you would do a neighbor a favor.”
Yep. Here we go again.
I don’t have anything against Ronald, he’s always fairly nice, but he has asked me for money before and that was basically what he was doing this time . It’s never big amounts—has wanted change on a few occasions or a buck here and there—but I don’t loan out or give money to neighbors. You know what happens when you start doing that shit. He always takes it well when I say no, but then again, it never stops him from making the request days or weeks later.
I’ve been Ronald’s neighbor for over a year now. He always says, “Hey, neighbor.” As we got off the elevator, I decided to ask him a question.
“What’s my name?” I asked Ronald. He just stared at me.
“Do you know what my name is?” I said. He continued to stare.
“I don’t have any extra money, Ronald,” I said. “I’m sorry.”
I left him standing in the lobby as I left the apartment building.
Walking down to the corner of happy and healthy, I thought of my neighbor Ronald.
Here’s a guy who has asked me for money before and now is asking me to buy him alcohol. He hasn’t even taken the time to remember my name.
Hey, neighbor, you can buy those little bottles of vodka all on your own.
(Image from worthpoint.com)