Early this morning, I was sitting outside of Walgreens' Take Care Clinic, waiting for a few prescriptions, when a man walked up to me and asked, "Do you know where I can get some fake urine? I have a job interview."
Why did he pick me? I have no idea. I guess I just look like a guy who might know where you can find some fake piss, but he was in luck. I told him that troubled porn shop Erotic City was the only place I knew of to buy fake pee, but I wasn't sure if it was still open (and if you want to know how I know about Erotic City, check out these stories here and here).
"Erotic City?" he asked to the shock of the other patients waiting to see the nurse.
"Yes, Erotic City," I told him. "It's on the outskirts of Independence."
The man kept repeating, "Erotic City. Erotic City." Then he pulled out a cell phone and called information to get the address. "On Truman Road," he repeated and hung up. "Thanks, man," he said before disappearing down the condom aisle.