Me: “We do!”
Customer: “You should use it in a hot tub.”
Me: “Um… yeah, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”
Customer: “It’ll make you hallucinate.”
Me: “Definitely not good.”
Customer: “My friends and I have this inside joke, and every time I use Max Impact in a hot tub, I get the joke more and more.”
And now I can’t stop thinking about Bugs Bunny relaxing in Witch Hazel’s cauldron. Like, I get that it’s all warm and soothing to the bones, but eventually, bubbly death can’t help but become an inevitability.
Mainly, though, I just really, really regret not asking him what the inside joke was. I mean, c’mon, a gag whose punchline hits only through boiling oneself into a vision quest? There’s gotta be some quality revelation in there. And it’s a much less claustrophobic ordeal than, say, a witches’ cradle. Or a Transcendental Meditation seminar.
But oh, hey, guess what else was apparently an inside joke: Bunnicula. That has nothing whatsoever to do with the misuse of chemical inhalants, but it this author’s opinion that a boxed set of novels about a vampire bunny falls squarely into the horned rabbit camp.