The cashier and her psoriasis

Modifié le : 2019/08/06

The cashier smiles at me and starts scan­ning the objects. She stops in front of my bot­tle of pso­ri­a­sis shampoo.

“Ah ! That’s new, con­di­tion­er sham­poo. I have to try this. »

She would have said, “Ah ! Medi­um-sized con­doms,” and it would have had the same effect among the oth­er cus­tomers wait­ing behind me.

I answer : “Yes, it’s new. I don’t have that much pso­ri­a­sis (and it’s true, but it was more to say that my dick was­n’t that aver­age, I mean, yes, it’s aver­age, but it does its job. A guy still has pride), but I find that sham­poos of this kind tend to dry out the hair.”

I was talk­ing non­sense because I have a habit of buy­ing new things just for the plea­sure of try­ing them out. I would­n’t say I’m going to buy a prod­uct just because its label has been changed, but that’s about it.

I add : “I have pso­ri­a­sis around my eyes. But it’s light.”

The cashier takes over : “I’m ter­ri­ble. I have big plaques on my scalp, in my ears, and…”

In my head, I don’t want to know if she has any lower.

“…and at the back of the neck.”

I am sure that cus­tomers hear every­thing and smile.

“It’s stress, it seems,” I conclude.

“For that… “, she replied.

I imag­ine the cus­tomers, behind me, nod­ding their heads.

In short, the cashier at Jean-Coutu’s house suf­fers from severe pso­ri­a­sis, but it real­ly does­n’t seem like it. It’s incred­i­ble how well the cos­met­ic phar­ma­copeia does things.