Today on the train a lady passed by selling eye-liner pencils and lipstick. I thought I was exempt from her target market but she stopped in front of me none the less.
“Sir, do you want anything for your elbows?”
“For my elbows?!”, I had never been asked such a question in my entire life! What on earth would be wrong with my elbows and what on earth could a lady on the train offer me for them?!
“Yeah. Something for your elbows!” the lady said as though I am an infidel.
She shrugged and walked on. But after she was out of sight I started to wonder…maybe I do need something for my elbows! But what? I don’t know. I will look out for that lady and ask her what my elbows might need.