Sunday, March 1, 2015

Laughter, the Best Medicine

This story was part of an earlier essential oils post that I had written.  I edited the other entry and created a new post for this funny ha ha oil incident.  

Essential oils may not be considered medicine, but laughter sure can be.  Enjoy!

xo, Cat

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I promise that this story has nothing to do with diagnosing or making claims about oils preventing, curing or healing ailments, illnesses or diseases.  It’s an essential oils story recycled from a Facebook status of mine from that is just about the funniest status I have ever shared.  Since I wasn’t able to add everything in that quick status about my quest to find an oil that I was looking for, I’ve added those details here.  If you know me and you know how quickly embarrassed I can get, you'll understand why this was quite the story.  I don't like it when I feel embarrassed.  But it was so funny that I have to share it again.  

And now, today's story:

So, I ran out of Frankincense and thought for S & Gs I'd run into CVS to see if they carry any.  You never know.  Some of these drug stores are catching on and offering more natural products. 

I walked in the store and saw a young man and a lady at the front counter if they have essential oils.  The woman said, “Yeah.”  Then she turned toward the young man and told him she’d be right back.  Looking at me, she said, “Come with me.  I’ll bring you to that section.”  Surprised, I said thank you and followed her.  

We walk to the back of the store where the feminine needs items were.  She scanned the shelves. 

Interesting place for the oils, I thought. 

She shook her head and looked further down that aisle.  “Nope, not here,” she said to herself.  “Come this way,” she directed me.  I stayed a step or two behind her as we made our way to the other side of the store.  

Around the corner.  

To where the personal lubrication oils were.  

Where the CVS employee extended her arm. 

Where she pointed her finger. 

And said OUT LOUD:

"THERE.  There’s the oil you’re looking for."

Um, no.  Just no.

I stared in disbelief at the lubricants.  I could feel my cheeks begin the burn and knew that they were turning very, very, VERY red. 

Nooooooo!

Lubrication oil may very well be "essential" for some, but that was NOT the type of oil I was looking for.  

Before I could say, "Gee, thanks, but that's not what I'm looking for," the salesclerk had scurried away.  

I looked up the aisle and down the aisle.  Not about to make eye contact with anyone, I averted my eyes and began to scan a different shelf in the same section.  I looked over my shoulder and headed toward the pharmacy counter.  The pharmacist should be able to help me.  Right?

Wrong.  

"Hey, sorry to bother you.  I'm looking for something called Frankincense.  It's an essential oil.  Do you carry that?"

"Frank?  Frank who?  Who are you looking for, ma'am?"

If there ever was a smack-my-head moment, this would be it.  Times one thousand. 

"It's not a who; it's Frankincense.  An essential oil.  A natural oil."

"Nope, if we have any oils, they are over..." and she extended her arm and her pointy finger to the same sexual aid section where the first employee directed me. 

I cut her off, "NO.  Please.  Not *those*oils."

"I'm sorry, honey. We don't have any, what did you call it?  Franken oil?"

Franken oil.  Really?

“Never mind,” I sheepishly replied.  

I hung my head and turned around.  I felt like I was walking the walk of shame.  I cut through an aisle that had a display of vitamins and "natural" products.  Glancing toward the bottom shelf, a dark amber bottle caught my eye.  A-ha!  It was a bottle of Tea Tree Oil.  They DO carry essential oils.  I didn't feel like picking it up to show the pharmacist though, so I kept on walking toward the front door.  I'd spent enough time in the store knowing that I just wanted to get out of it.  

I walked toward the front entrance and spied the same young man who now wore a smirk on his face.  “Hey, yeah.  So funny story for you," I started.    

"That oil I was looking for?  Well, you do carry essential oils.  But it isn't Frankincense.  Tell your co-worker nice try.  What she showed me was not an essential oil.  It was so not the oil I was looking for…”  My voice trailed off. 

I left the store and mentally added ‘Buy Frankincense online’ to my To Do list. 

Then I laughed all the way to my car. 

In between fits of giggles I promised myself something.  I promised that I would never set foot in that CVS store ever again. EVER again.  

Cat’s stash of oils, which she now buys
online in the privacy of her home :)



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