Perfumes & Pills

Discount perfume shops, you always gotta smell what you buy before you buy them, especially if it's too good to be true. I spot a captivating scent that's been discontinued ages ago on the market, and the tester's lost its cap. So the attendant tries to give me a tester on a tissue because I really don't want my hand stabbed with the end of this bottle. I can hardly smell it, but either the tissue smells good, or the perfume does.

I question its authenticity to the lady trying to sell it to me, after I explain it's one of my old faves, and amazement it's on sale. I know what perfume smells like when it's been in the sun, and I have no reason to wear it again. 'It's a bestseller,' she retorts. 'Yes, I think, in your shop' (after she doesn't somewhat comprehend the fact that the perfume has been off the shelves in the main market for years - and smells like strong distillant on my slender wrists).

It's not the first time I've seen customers walk to this till with exuberance on their faces, and I would have longed to be one of those, happily walking away. This original smell is full of gardens of jasmine and tuberose...unbeatable to the trained nose.

I stated my concerns to the till-meister, who confirmed he could provide a guarantee in case I wasn't happy with my purchase. He didn't expect me to ask him to save us all troubles opening the package prior to all triumphs. As expected, it didn't smell much grander than the scent on the tissue, but I had been willing to buy it if it had smelt half of what it was like half an hour before - if only the grand cashmaster hadn't pulled a sour face on me walking away promising to come back in that time.

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Afflicted with temporary bad health, I passed by a pharmacy and tested my odds. I prefer to restore myself back to health using my good old immune system, which eventually worked miracles and wonders. Thank my lucky stars, it was entirely temporary.

I walked into the place, expecting a sound physician of sorts. 'Are you a qualified pharmacist?' I asked. 'Yes,' he said, after getting off the phone after a loud banter. He wasn't in a white labcoat, but sported a nametag which I couldn't make out until the time he rose up until my arrival.

'I think I have x, can I do without anti-biotics?'
Yes, but you need to take anti-biotics.
'Can my fever reduce if I don't want to take any anti-biotics?'
Yes, you can take these...
'Can I get better without any medicine at all?'
How can you become better with no medicine' (laughing and shouting)
'Can you please not shout...surely there are ways to get better without medicine and pills, that's why I'm asking?'
You need to take medicine to get better. And take NON-VEG because meat and chicken increases your temperature.

Right, there's no other way, Mr. Beef & Chicken, after feeling better overnight.