Prescription? The trip around the chemist was a short one, i located my socially akward product ensuring a visibly small surface area this is to nullify potential surprise greetings from family/friends or worse..work. Lurking by a fake interest in scholl im coiled...ready to spring towards the till at the mear sniff of an empty shop. From behind a formica turrett and nylon rugged moat the shop assistant guards the 'hard drugs'such as benadryl and nurofen with caffeine, she (why is it always she?) has the aging hairy lipped smile of a lost career in stage 1 typing and brightly dyed hair straight from the time of cholera. peering at me through her fatigued blue powdered eyes the portion of her brain assigned to tutting is beginning to spark into #life. Im gonna do it...shop empty? Check. Embarrassing product hidden under non essentials and a catalouge(who's future is the recycling) Check. im at the desk, i ceremoniously rise my hideous blue basket to checkout level when without warning purple chewbacca shouts "Julie!" and with a waft of avons finest, slopes off! Now i dont care whats in my basket im pissed...coughing, looking at my watch and sighing cant interrupt the national importance of discussing HRT side effects, i bring out the big cannon...staring...it was my best annoyed glare you can be assured but even this only draws a sly look and a glance between colleagues, i throw in a search of my wallett and hold out my bank card like im trying to signal a frigate...the mixture works as betty slocomes stunt double is reluctantly (and backwards?) my way, with the voice of a thousand fags"have you a prescription?" "No just these please" my politeness, embarrassment and dignity regained (a bit) and with the basket in place the disgruntled woman rings up my goods, the scanning of zebra print takes a millennia, it feels a bit like trips from my youth, All it needs now is a small bench covered in old people waiting for their doggy bag of pharmaceuticals so they can eat a banana every other thursday and we are done.