I had a brief moment on the floor in work today. It was hard not to avoid brushing bums off bums while trying to navigate my way through the sea of customers that had come in, by the ship load, to purchase gifts for their loved ones. I found myself in the health section in the company of a couple who looked like they had been through the wars…twice.
The man I spoke to had a proportion of his lip covered in a glorious moustache and his wife had the makings of one; it must be from all their kissing, some of the man’s moustache is bound be left behind. He asked his question.
Moustache Marvin: “Excuse me young man, can you help me?”
Me: “I can certainly try”
Moustache Marvin: “I’m looking for a book that will help me diagnose health problems and how to go about treating them.”
Me: “Emmm, I’d usually go to a Doctor”
Moustache Marvin: “Don’t trust them.”
Me: “Yeah, their hands are always cold. Well, there’s this book. It’s a Dummies guide. But seriously think about getting a professional opinion before you do anything.”
Moustache Marvin: “Ah, We’ll be grand”
Me: “Right, well, don’t say I didn’t warn you…Oh, and another thing. If you happen to be checking your prostate, be sure you remember where your finger is before you decide to sit down”
Moustache Marvin :”Ha, ha! I like you, Merry Christmas.”
This is the first time I’ve been concerned about, not just one, but two customers’ well being. #BaldManProblems.