June 24, 2003
A Short Note Of Complaint To The Junkie Who Will Never Read This
Look, I really don't give even one royal whit what stupid things you do to your own body. To an extent, I don't really even care where you do it. But the point is this: It's bad enough that you leave your spent works in the restroom of the Fred Meyer on SE 39th and Hawthorne, where anyone (including, of course, ever-curious kids) can find them. Do you really have to go so far as to jam your used needle into the toilet paper dispenser, so that it springs out at the unsuspecting person who follows you? It is truly necessary to inflict upon another panicky moments of checking to make sure the needle didn't actually puncture their skin?
So let's make it perfectly clear here: Should I ever see this again, and know for certain that it was you, I will take your used needle and stab it into your ear, with only a fleeting semi-moment's pause of regret.
Comments (3)
Elaine on 25 Jun 2003
Well, someone who reads this should tell the Fred Myer manager what's going on in the rest room. I would think that he/she would want to know -- certainly it's in the best interest of the store to protect their customers.
The One True b!X on 25 Jun 2003
Oh, they know. Whoever else was i there at the time apparently went and got someone, because a Fred Meyer staffer was on their way in as I was on my way out.
Dave Lister on 26 Jun 2003
My son used to work at Fred Meier on 68th and Glisan. When they opened the bathroom one morning, they found more than the needle. They found the needle, which was in the arm of the junkie, who was dead.