an airport. Waiting to board a flight to New York, then onward to
Seattle. Long day ahead.
For some reason this memory popped into my head and I thought it worth
documenting.
A few months back on a trip to San Francisco, I went to a health food
/ supplement store. I had run out of the stuff I take to prevent knee
pain. A lot of people use glucosamine/ chondritin, I actually use a
supplement called cissus. It was recommended by a friend with bad knee
problems and when my knees were hurting I tried it and it seemed to
help.
Anyway, there I was searching the shelves of the store when one of the
employees came over to me with the usual "can I help you sir?"
Usually my male pride, y'know that genetic imperative that refuses to
ask for directions, makes me reply "no thanks I'm fine"
This time, though, I had a dinner appointment, so I replied that yes,
she could help. As soon as I said yes, she started to lead me across
the shop and said something like "I assume its endurance supplements
you are looking for"
For real?
I thought I was hearing things. About a year before I would have been
more inclined to expect to be asked if I was looking for diet pills.
A few years before that, as a party animal, drinker, smoker and all
round unhealthy (but still pretty damn fun) guy, my grey palor would
have been more likely to cause her to say this
"Look, to be honest sir, this herbal stuff can only do so much. Most
of it is a total crock. You need a doctor."
But here I was being asked if I was looking for endurance supplements.
Cool.
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