Two weeks ago, I lost a bottle of prescription medication. I didn’t really lose it. Someone stole it from my unlocked car.
That’s right. I said “unlocked.” I forgot, OK?
I could argue that it wasn’t my fault; that it was entirely the fault of the person who took it. But I still share in the blame. Granted, I didn’t deserve to have my meds stolen, but there’s a price to pay for not paying attention.
Here’s what I figure happened. I picked up the meds from my favorite drug pushers — the staff at the Herriman Smith’s pharmacy.