Pep Pills
Two people stand at a shop counter. The assistant serves the first, a mid-thirties woman, who looks abjectly disconsolate.
Woman
Can I have two of happiness, please.
Assistant
Certainly miss, three pounds fifty.
The assistant puts two white packets onto the counter. The woman pays, rips off the packaging and shakes a pill into her hand as she leaves. A nervous looking man approaches the counter.
Man
Can I have one of relief, one of restraint and...one of pride, please.
The assistant collects the packets.
Assistant
That'll be four pounds twenty-five. Something special, sir?
Man
Yes, my son's exam results. I think I overdid it on the tension so I'm covering all my bases.
Assistant
Well, good luck.
Man
Thankyou!
The man pays and exits. Another customer enters, looking absolutely elated; hugging herself with glee and skipping as she approaches the counter.
Woman 2
Five of elation, please, please...please.
The assistant half turns towards the packets, looking suspicious.
Assistant
Good day, miss?
Woman 2
Oh, it's beautiful and bountiful with laughter and delights a'plenty.
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