A quick stop at CVS
Terzo slowly wandering along the pharmacy aisles; his hands behind his back as he scans boxes and tubes. At first glance, he might look lost, you’d be tempted to approach him and ask if he needed any help, but no, he knows what he’s doing (he really doesn’t, but let him do it).
Usually there would be at least a couple of roadies taking care of those kinds of chores, but Terzo likes to take matters into his own hands every now and then, so there he is, picking up a pack of condoms, murmuring, “Who the hell used the XXL?” The old lady to whom he directs the question probably doesn’t even care. “Not me for sure…” he comments, “I don’t use condoms, eheh!” And the lady just grimaces and quietly moves away from him.
Terzo sometimes forgetting that those jokes only work on stage.
So he goes back to evaluate all the varieties of pain relievers, anti-inflammatories, aspirins… the beloved ibuprofen. The sisters back at the Ministry taught him that it is perfect for pretty much anything, especially for period cramps. Not that he knows much about that last case, but he trusts his girls.
Terzo not even realizing that he has ended up in the women’s aisle, where he finds a pair of large black sunglasses with a pretentious amount of rhinestones. “Ah,” he says after trying them on. They’re cool, so off they go in his bag.
He really needed a pair of shades. His eyes have been playing tricks on him lately.
Eye drops— that’s what he was forgetting.
Happy with his choices, Terzo quietly walking to the check-out.
He needs to move; he’s got a lot to do today.
