my random trash bin.

that one moment.

how often do you question yourself?

what you do, what you say, what you respond. everyone's done it!

but you've never truly questioned yourself, until you hear your grandma say "do you have the drugs?"

my first thought is, oh shoot, did i get the drugs!?!?! 

and it's then, in that moment, that 1.25 seconds, where you truly, question what you have been doing all your life.

what drugs?

 i didn't have any drugs! 

i'm just sitting here, about to get out the car, and i get asked if i had the drugs?

am i the kind of person to have drugs?

is my grandma the type of person to have drugs?

y-
that was a rhetorical question. 

at this point, you can't help but tilt your head down in disappointment.

and you clutch what's in your hand.

and you realize what's in your hand.

and you respond,

"yes"

you know, trying to use the same amount of calm as she did.

...

i was just glad she bought Mucinex.