As I reach for the garlic shampoo (yeah, I know, how cool is that? btw, this is not the sequel to my quest for a healthy breakfast the other day) she stops me in my tracks.
She’s young, with the kind of beautiful heavy make-up I dream of decoding one day (what goes in that astonishing mix? and how do you make it stick? and look so perfect?) and braces. Carefully straightened hair.
Hello! I want to give you a prize.
Oh good. Thanks. What is it?
Oh many prizes. How much lucky you are?
OK, give me 3 countries that start with the letter K.
Aaaa, Kenya, KSA….Korea. (I give myself a big self congratulatory smile and a pat on my soon to be garlic-ed hair).
Very good. You are the most beautiful.
Thanks. So are you.
Can you go to my company to take your prize?
Probably not. What prize?
Big company. Accommodation.