WIND DROPS
Telling Tracey a comical story in the pharmacy a little loudly, when this cute English guy kind of sneaks up and joins in, asks me to retell it. Luckily it wasn’t
too personal or embarrassing, (they usually are) and so I started again and he has a good chuckle. “You tell a good story, you should tell more stories.” He says whilst he removes his sunnies to reveal that he is even cuter without them; not always the case.
Not sure what made me so confident, as I responded that as a matter of fact I have written a book and we are currently at the editing stage of a movie.
“Get out, and what is the book about?” “So I give him the super condensed version and he insists on knowing more and telling me that he can just tell that it must be based on real life and I so look like I would definitely have more fun with the delivery driver. Not sure how I should have taken that bit.
I then move on and ask what it was he came in for.
“Wind drops”
I did hear him very clearly but not sure why I asked him to repeat it about three times. Probably coz of his cute accent. Then I said are you sure you want the drops and not the tablets. “Mmm didn’t know they came in tablets, um I think I’ll stick with the drops. So I wandered over to the baby section and he followed and we started up again about the movie and eventually he wished me well and left with his drops.
“So where do you know him from?” Tracey asked. “I don’t, never met him before, but he was friendly and cute don’t you think.? And I can’t believe I asked him to repeat the wind drops three times.”
“Yeah, that’s a shame about that isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well he obviously has a baby.”
“Not necessarily, they may have been for him and he just preferred the peppermint flavoured drops.”
“Still sad either way, he either has a baby or has a wind problem.”
“Hey I’m fine with the later, I am a health professional and at least he is getting help.”
