Donâ€™t talk to me about Buckleyâ€™s. As a matter of fact . . . donâ€™t even look in my general direction when the concept of Buckleyâ€™s floats through your mind . . . it is all just too terrible â€“ seriously.
Buckleyâ€™s is a joke of a cough syrup from our hilarious neighbors to the north (Canada) . . . and taking it is like licking a dollop of Vickâ€™s mentholated rub off of a strip of fly paper that has been steeping in a cup of gasoline(ated) turpentine. It is bad bad bad in ways that I canâ€™t even figure out â€“ so heed my experience as a warning.
I had been sick for a few days and the normal ways of kicking the sickness to the curb werenâ€™t quite working out (you know that I am talking all about you Dayquil/Nyquil knock out combo) . . . and so I took the advice of a fellow coworker and went on a mission to find some of what he called â€œSome really terrible stuff.â€
At first â€“ I couldnâ€™t find it anywhere â€“ but I became more focused when a worker at a store said â€œOh â€“ people are buying up all of the Buckleyâ€™s . . .â€ when I asked here where I could find it. What was this magic medicine â€“ that I had never heard of â€“ that people were in such a rush to buy?! I absolutely had to have some of this nasty stuff so that it could make me all kinds of better.
When I finally got my hands on some, I laughed at the slogan on the bottle â€œIt tastes awful. And it works.â€ I mean come on â€“ it was just some in the aisle medicine â€“ how bad could it be?! Then I took it out of itâ€™s box and marveled at the translucent brown bottle with the pearlecent white liquid with a blue-ish tinge that I was holding in my hand. I then took a one and one-half teaspoon swig from the bottle.
Everything went blank for me at that point as the ferocious swill ate itâ€™s way down my throat â€“ causing me into a fit of jerks and gaggles as it went. All that I can figure is that I was completely destroyed and rebuilt from the ground up when I took a taste . . . lacking only the cold that had been sticking with me . . . I was a whole and better person â€“ albeit with a really bad taste in my mouth that I can still conjure up a week later . . .
And then 4 (four) hours later â€“ when the dosage wore off â€“ the coughing came right back . . . and it was time to take another sip.
So please . . . donâ€™t even talk to me about Buckleyâ€™s â€“ whatever you do. . . because it is more than â€“ more than kind of â€“ kind of yucky â€“ blea-uuuuugh – blug – blug – blug – amo-cabo-uch-uch-uch.