While we were taking a soda the other day, an unshaven man in a dirty frock approached us and asked us if we were feeling alright. "Could be better, could be worse, I suppose," I replied. No matter, he said, he had the solution to all of our maladies. Only $2.50 to rid ourselves of all demons, ranging from Malaria to a deficiency of sexual power.
Sold, I said.
Later our waitress came up and saw us rereading the packets and laughing. It works, she averred, though she herself probably wouldn't take it for an "impaired neurons system."
Sooo...can I take any orders for people back home?
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