So as it happened, I had to make my way to the chemist (pharmacy for you heathens).

Nothing serious, just needed some anti itching cream from a condition I developed from a liason with something less attractive than one of Kes' varuca's.

Anyway, I handed over my prescription and while I waited, decided to peruse the delectations on offer.

I decided I'd treat myself to one of old Shuki's favourites, Preperation H.  I'll be honest with you, I had no idea what it did but the old boy always used to say that it gave him peace of mind and made use of a rubber ring obsolete. Be honest, who wouldn't want such a lotion?

So, I chose my brand (Sammy's gold edition bustapopper) and went to the cashier to pay when, all of a sudden a lady (and I use the term broadly) tapped me on the shoulder. Below is how the conversation transpired?

me: 'sorry, can I help you madam?'

Lady (in the broadest sense of the word): 'THAT'S MY LOTION! GIVE IT BACK TO ME NOW OR PAY FOR THE DAMAGE YOUR HAND HAS DONE'

me: 'I'm sorry, but it was there on the shelf.  I was under the impression it was there for anyone to buy?'

Lady(in the broadest sense of the word): NOOOO! IT'S MINE AND NOW YOU'VE HANDLED IT.  YOU MUST NOW PAY ME ONE MILLION DOLLARS OR I'LL THCWEEM AND THCWEEM AND THCWEEM UNTIL I MAKE MYSELF THICK'

me: you're a bit mental aren't you?

Lady (in the broadest sense of the word): 'NOOOOOOOO! IT'S MINE!  I'LL HAVE YOU KILLED AND THEN I'LL NEVER BE FORCED INTO A LIFE OF KILLING ANTS UNDER A MANGY.....MAGYN......MGNYA....FUCK IT, TINY TELESCOPE WITH A SMALL HANDLE AGAIN!'

me: 'you use exclamation marks an awful lot don't you?'

Lady (in the broadest sense of the word): 'WASSSSA EXLIMATY TING?'

me: Look, never mind.  It was an honest mistake. Take this payment and let me be on my way.  I'm a peaceful old man who just wanted relief from the varuca lady ailment and an end to all rubber rings. Is that too much to ask?'

Lady (in the broadest sense of the word) YOU ONLY GAVE ME $999,999.  HOW WILL I EVER BE ABLE TO LOOK AT MY ANTS THROUGH A MNGYA....MANGY...MNAGY...FUCK IT. I'M GOING TO BE A STRIPPER'

And that ladies (broad or otherwise) is what happened to me at the chemist.

funny how things happen huh?

BOING!

That's a very strange day to be having!

It's good to see a very strange but very new face in the streets though.

Hearing about a chemist, Franks ears perk up, he is'nt rich, but at a slight possibility of free pills, he will do anything

Perhaps you could tell me where to find this chemist? Im always in need of a few drugs... for medical reasons of course