We went to Costco this morning. As we pushed our shopping cart down the main isle, one of the product-demonstration people approached me, a woman, thin, middle aged. She held some type of cloth in her hand--I couldn't tell what it was. As we got closer, she reached out with the cloth in her hand and said....
"I'd like to talk to you about night sweats."
WTF???!!!???
Night sweats? Night sweats?
I looked at her, somewhat astounded, and said, "Sorry, but I'm not there yet."
Then I spent the rest of the shopping trip seeking reassurance from Master that I didn't look like a little old lady. I figured I must be looking mighty old this morning if this strange woman is approaching me about night sweats.
He told me I didn't look old, and He finally said if I didn't let it go He would beat me until I did.
I let it go (for the remainder of the shopping). Sort of. I mean, I know my age, and I know menopause is in my future, but that has to be the worst sales pitch EVER.
Night sweats...pfft.
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