Pharmacist vs. Liquor Store Owner

My husband and I were discussing how much we enjoy living in Castle Rock, Colorado.  It’s such a quaint town with an intimate town feel but with all the major stores you need.  We love to go out to breakfast on the weekends and frequent a few spots.  Having lived here for over four years we know all the wait staff and owners at each place.  It’s just a nice feeling to know people and experience that kind of familiarity. 

It’s nice until you wonder, which is the worst sign of our increasing ages and chosen lifestyle.  We are wine drinkers.  We love to come home, drink wine, and sit and relax each evening after work.  I mean, come on, if one glass of wine a day is good for you then several must be even better?  Right?  Okay so we are drinkers.

Next, we are both on several prescriptions each day for various things ranging from a sluggish thyroid to high blood pressure to asthma, etc.  Yes, getting old begins to show up on your body whether you eat right and work out or not.  (I am just assuming this part, as we don’t eat right and there is no way in hell we do anything resembling working out.)

Oh come on, all those healthy people are going to be lying in hospital beds someday, dying of absolutely nothing, and wondering why the hell they didn’t take the time to drink and eat and be merry. 

Anyhow, I’m getting to my point of this rant.  We were actually laughing the other day about which is a worst sign of the way you live your life; the fact that your pharmacist knows your name and starts to pull out your prescriptions as you approach the counter, or every liquor store in town knows you by name and makes sure they stash your wine in the back of the fridge so nobody takes the last one?

You have to admit, it’s a conundrum.