So I had been experiencing the dreaded Athlete's Foot (ironic name considering I'm really not an athlete). I bought myself some of that topical "spray powder", tough actin' Tinactin.
As it is Sunday, I took Eamon swimming this morning. Afterwards, Sharon took him to the women's change room to get ready, and I changed and got ready in the men's change room. Well there was this old Indian man in there, horking up a storm, brushing and shaving and showering.
He happened to pass by me as I was spraying the Tinactin on my foot. He stopped and said, "what is that?"
I replied, "a spray so that my feet don't get itchy".
So what does he do? He puts his foot on the bench and asks me to spray his wretched foot.
I replied, "This is medicine. I don't want to give you medicine that might give you a rash. You should visit a Doctor to let you know what spray you would need."
He agreed. Then he started to ask me if I was a student, where I worked, etc. I just said I was in a hurry and had to leave.
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Last two weeks of work before being off. Looking forward to the break.
Let's do this! gogogogogogogo