TMD

I happened to walk into a section of Cold Storage where a promoter was selling organic health products… you know, the kind where they mix a lot of stuff you want to have nothing to do with together, and try to convince you that if you but have faith, it shall do wonder to your health… The woman promoter sensed my curiosity in her wares, and struck up a lively conversation with me.

“Sir,”, the woman began “would you like to get some products for yourself? We have over thirty types of grain, each with different properties that will help you to improve your health. In fact, we have 5 different mixes that are each specifically tailored to suit your every need. Just for you, I would like to recommend the DIET mix, that will help you to shed your extra pounds and give you back your health…”

I didn’t hear anything after that, since I was too bothered by an eye condition that suddenly afflicted me. I was seeing everything through a red haze, and I could feel hot air being pumped out at high velocity through my nostrils, as I strove to stave off what I can only assume to be my panic, since I had a sudden impulse to reach out and throttle the neck of that woman in front of me.

To my credit, I politely smiled and “no thanks”.

Later on in the evening, my pastor’s wife, one of the most benevolent women I have ever met, and whom I absolutely adore, came up to me and innocently inquired how is it that our jogging team has been too busy to make it a regular event… I asked how she realized we hadn’t been jogging regularly anymore, highly impressed with the level of interest she showed in us youths, to the extent that she is even aware of our little jogging clique’s activities. And right at this point in time she raised her eyebrow, looked me over with her eyes and said “Well, it shows”.

TMD.