While waiting in our local pharmacy for my moronic insurance company to decline coverage for yet another medication that my physician has prescribed for me (I’ll not rant further on that at this point), I spent some time in idle wandering about the store.

Now I like Manhattan Pharmacy. It’s an old fashioned pharmacy and variety store, the kind where you expect the kindly grey-haired pharmacist behind the counter to be helping kids take the wrappers off of their ice pops while at the same time discussing Gramma Jones’ medication with her.
And in truth, that’s pretty much what it is. It’s a family run neighborhood operation and John, the pharmacist, is kindly and grey haired (okay, well steel grey). I like John a lot. And the variety store aspect of the place, even to the smell (mix an equal part of scented gift bric-a-brac with floor cleaner, and various types of dish, laundry, and body soaps), reminds me a lot of the Ben Franklin in Eureka Illinois where my sibs and I spent a lot of time and nickels while visiting our grandparents. Need a truss? A tub stopper? Glass cleaner? Diabetic safe cough syrup? A set of double twelve dominoes? Manhattan has it.

So for the sake of maintaining my relationship with the kindly neighborhood pharmacy and pharmacist, I restrained myself from laughing out loud when, in my aimless wander, I actually took a good look at a sign and display that I must have walked past at least a grillion times before.
I wish I could get the photo off of my phone, but my phone isn’t anywhere near as technologically capable as Andrew’s and my technical skills will NEVER be as good as his. There’s got to be some way to retrieve this photo, but I don’t know what it is. You’ll have to rely on my description.

A rotating wire rack with four sides full of packaged bathroom scales. Okay, it’s a little weird to display them like that, but that’s the sort of display you should expect at Manhattan. Look up. The sign on top is trapazoidal, cream colored with green lettering. A swan on top drops your attention to the word below “COUNSELOR” then in smaller print below that “BATH SCALES” and in somewhat smaller script yet below that “for all gift occasions!”

I would like to suggest that there is NO gift occasion for which a bathroom scale would be appropriate.

But then I’ve always maintained that not having a bathroom scale in the house is a sign of a healthy mind.