Last month, the pharmacy near my house didn't have any rubbing alcohol, and so I left early for work the next day and got off the train a few stops south of the resthome, since there's a pharmacy right by the train station there and it's easy for me to get to.
When I got in, there was like two small bottles of 71% rubbing alcohol left on almost bare shelves, so I snatched them up.
As I was considering buying one of these overpriced small plastic spray bottles that came with some rubbing alcohol inside, these two (Latina) women, like a (middle-aged) woman and her (older) mom, they come by and snatch up a few of those small bottles, and they look and shake their heads at the empty shelves.
And then, this (tall) (young) (white) hipster guys comes up, and he doesn't see anything except those little spray bottles, but he hovers as the women leave, and then he darts down and looks all the way to the back of the bottom shelf, and he grabs a leftover regular-size rubbing alcohol bottle from somewhere way in back, where it had been out of the eyesight of all of us.
And, all of this happened in like two minutes.
If I had honestly gotten to the store like five minutes later, I wouldn't have gotten any rubbing alcohol at all.
At the checkout, too, the clerk told me you could only buy one bottle at a time or the system would lock, so he checked me out twice.
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