May 27, 2007
Borat left the CVS down the road and proceeded to another one so he could fill another script. He swatted at the lovebugs as the double doors slid open and he entered the store. He meandered toward the back and saw another tall man, well built, carrying a shopping basket. He wore flip flops. Borat pretended to be looking at the greeting cards. When he reached the back, he observed the pharmacy had closed, so he wandered down the aisles: stopping in front of some alcohol--finally withdrawing his arm from the neck of a bottle losing the debate that ensued.