The Burberry Quilted Coat

Working in the pharmacy has made me remember all the interesting characters that enter the pharmacy for their medications. The old dandies of rich men who live out on Contentment Island with their large white houses...they stroll into the pharmacy wearing bowties and chasmere sweaters, itching for their Nexium, Viagra, Lipitor...what keeps them alive. The young moms enter, picking up the zithromax liquid that comes in the purple box with the Zithromax Zebra smiling from behind the Z...the Amoxil colored bright pink so children will actually take it, the adderall for their confused ignorant teenager, and for themselves...a nice big bottle of Zoloft, prozac, wellbutrin, valium...to forget the awful lives they lead. And these women come in droves all wearing the same thing: The Burberry Quilted coat. It's a nice all weather coat, with the Burberry plaid at the cuffs and the collar. It comes in many colors, at busy times at the pharmacy, a rainbow of Burberry coats can be seen...I'm helping the tan woman, my boss is helping navy blue, the pharmacist is explaining dosages to red...It seems to me that women in Darien were issued this coat by the mail and that is why everyone has one. A government issue, like the Army..."you live in Darien, have this coat so you can be a Republican conformist..." all it needs is a pin with a blue wave on it, the proud Darien symbol...or maybe an arm band...and it truly would be a uniform.
I asked my mother why she didn't have a Burberry quilted coat and she sighed. "I don't have 325 dollars for a coat Emily..." My mom is the Darien mom, moreso than any of the women that sport that stupid coat...so I'm trying to start a fund so my mom can really be a true darien mom, complete with the uniform...and she already has that sexless woman haircut.
The ice has been coming down all day and I lay in bed looking at the ceiling for an undisclosed amount of time with the cat resting its head on my stomach...I don't know if I fell asleep, but I was dreaming about Bard and Braden and how I wish we really could make America smaller so I could see him again and not have to wait so damn long until I can be back at Bard. When I opened my eyes, it had been 90 minutes. I don't know if I fell asleep, but it doesn't matter. I have nothing to do anyway...I'm just wasting away here in Darien...thinking about that damn Burberry coat.