Feeling good, feeling pretty good

It is a late start to the morning, and JB is feelin a little under the weather.  Getting to work, I remark that a tylenol would make my morning MUCH better.  Here’s the exchange:

JB (to JC): Hey bud, do you have any tylenol, or advil or ibueprofen?

** JC is most likely humming Tom Jones or Harry Connick Jr tunes to himself, but looks up

JC:  Hmmm.    I don’t think so, I….

***He’s interrupted by a booming voice from the other side of the office.

Voice: Did someone say TYLENOL?!

***JB turns, the voice is that of the Transpo Capt, “Blue” Angus.

Blue: Come over here son! I’ve got something for ya.

***JB moseys on over to Blue.

Blue: What’s that you say you got?  Headache?  Bodyache? Digestive problem?

**Blue rifles through his desk while he’s talking, searching drawers and pulling out drugs from seemingly endless stashes.

JB: actually its my back, it feels a little tweaked, I must hav-

Blue: Back you say!! Well then, Here take these, (hands JB a bottle of Ibueprofen)

JB: Oh thanks tha—

Blue: And these! (hands him two packs of Tylenol)

JB: Ya thats great thank—

Blue: Oh and I think I’ve got some Advil here, hang on!

JB: Ah, well this looks like a good start, I should be good for—

Blue: Here!  (opens a jar and pours a handful of advil into JB’s hands)

** Jb looks at the assortment of drugs in his hands

Blue: alright! looks like your set! Now get out there! I got some work to do!

**door closes as JB walks out

**JB sits wondering what just happened, and more importantly what drug to take for his only SLIGHTY tweaked back.