14 Jun 2012
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When I set my feet for the first time on American ground, it was in 1971 and my English wasn't that good. My mother's sister who married an American in 1951 and lived in Madison /Wisconsin had invited us to show us a little bit of the American lifestyle and of course also the country.
Besides the very long trip from Madison to South Dakota, Mount Rushmore, Yellowstone Park, Las Vegas, etc. I was very much intrigued by the shops and stores. The fact that you could do your shopping in shorts and curlers even at midnight seemed so unreal to me. Our stores close at 9 pm at the latest and of course unthinkable to go shopping in curlers. Of course I wanted to try that out, just to know how it felt like. Mr. G. laughed his head of but he was the only one, all other shoppers didn't even notice me.
Then I was really very surprised that there were Drugstores everywhere. I thought in this shops you could get drugs without any problems. As in 1971 nobody cared about canabis or cocain or heroin or whatever (there were no laws yet) I am not a specialist, I thought these shops were made for drug users, and was a little surprised by the kind of clients. Old and elderly ladies and men, went in there, where I thought it would be rather full of youngsters.
Of course I wanted to go inside and see what they had to sell, and to my surprise I didn't see any bags with hashish, or white powder in little cellophane bags, nothing suspicous but aspirine, and other medication. My aunt lifted the mistery. She explained that a drugstore doesn't mean a shop which sells drugs, but it is a pharmacy. I learned a new word !
Fortunately I didn't ask for a bag of hashish !