Mans inhumanity to man
Mans inhumanity to manMans Inhumanity to Man
Miss Cambell lived alone in her pokey one-bedroomed appartment on the bottom of 23rd Street. She was an introvert and always had been. She never went out after work and her life seemed to be one long routine. One thing that Miss Cambell loved to do was plan dinner parties. She would make up imaginery invitation lists, construct a lavish menu and prepare a concise shopping list to go with the menu. Every night as she would sit alone in the one bed-roomed pokey apartment she would plan these dinner parties and imagine what they would be like. She would rehearse possible conversations that she would have with her imaginery guests and spend hours pouring over her record collection constructing suitable music intinery for her dream evening.
One day, while at work, Miss Cambell felt an itch in her head. She could not understand what it could be. After work she made an unscheduled stop at the pharmacy across from her apartment. It was her first time ever entering the pharmacy as Miss Cambell had always been quite a healthy women. The pharmacist greeted her with a warm smile and mentally Miss Cambell added him to her invitation list for that night's 'dinner party'.
"Good evening, can I help you", he asked. "Yes I have this itch in my head and I just don't know what it is", replied Miss Cambell. The pharmacist moved closer and examined her scalp closely. After much deliberating he confirmed that it must be dandruff. "I have just got this wonderful shampoo in for dandruff if you would like to try it", he suggested and Miss Cambell gladly bought the small brown bottle of shampoo from.
That night, Miss Cambell washed her hair with the new shampoo and instantly she felt a relief. She was very pleased and decided that the dinner party that she was going to dream up of that night was definitely going to have 'The Pharmacist' as the guest of honour.
She continued using the shampoo for a week but gradually the irritating itch in her head returned. Again she called to the pharmacy to seek further advive from the friendly pharmacist.
"Good evening, can I help you",asked the pharmacist with a warm smile. Miss Cambell explained her terrible situation and again the pharmacist examined her scalp. He scratched her head gently and then licked his finger. After several minutes he announced that she didn't have dandruff, no, that white flakey substance was parmesan cheese!. The pharmacist sold Miss Cambell a cream to eliminate the itch but he could do absolutely nothing about the parmasen cheese. In a way Miss Cambell was quite happy with the situation as parmesan cheese had always featured regularly in her shopping list for her imaginery dinner parties....
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