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I don’t ask for much from life personally.
But today was a step too far.
Because I collapsed in aisle 6 whilst attempting to buy a 3 pack of Rogaine.
All I wanted to do was get to Boots the Chemist Superstore and buy a 3 pack of Rogaine, as I had ran out of Dr Lee’s version.
There should have been no fuss to it, but to simply enter the store, buy some Rogaine and then exit.
However, it was not that simple for me.
It started as I approached aisle 6 - the men’s section.
Wearing dark glasses, I anxiously, but carefully, walked up and down the aisle at least a dozen times, before finally clocking the Rogaine 3 pack out the corner of my eye.
It was just in the corner of the top shelf.
I discreetly checked no one was around before taking my chance to make my move.
However, to my horror, a sexy looking female passed me as I had my hands firmly on the Rogaine 3 pack.
I felt so embarrassed.
My reaction was wrong.
Because I panicked and screamed profusely, before I skidded and slipped on a banana skin that had somehow found itself lodged in between my feet.
I then fell to the floor in shock, like I was auditioning for a part in a Die Hard movie.
I could not believe my luck.
The whole store just stopped what they were doing and looked around at me.
I had made it obvious.
At this stage security cameras were all aiming in my direction, as lay on the floor with my glasses crooked and Rogaine in my hands.
I just wanted to dig myself a hole and jump in.
I couldn’t even move.
I then quickly got up incoherently, before randomly grabbing the nearest items off the shelf opposite, to try and hide my embarrassment.
I was a mess.
I just hid my face in complete and utter shame, as I approached the check out with some Cough Syrup and a woman’s Black Head-band.
I paid for the items and walked out the store with my head down.
I was a beaten man.
The permanent expression that occupied my face could only be described as 'For crying out loud' as I strolled home in a sombre manner, contemplating my mistakes.
When I finally got home, I retired to my bathroom where I carefully sat down, looked in the mirror and quietly muttered in a sombre fashion “This is not my life is it?†before slowly shaking my head in agreement with myself.
I was defeated.
My hair loss has left my life in limbo.
A solitary tear then trickled down my face, as I bowed my head, pulled off my stained brown jogging pants and slowly fell to sleep on the bathroom floor.
My hair loss has destroyed my everyday life.
But today was a step too far.
Because I collapsed in aisle 6 whilst attempting to buy a 3 pack of Rogaine.
All I wanted to do was get to Boots the Chemist Superstore and buy a 3 pack of Rogaine, as I had ran out of Dr Lee’s version.
There should have been no fuss to it, but to simply enter the store, buy some Rogaine and then exit.
However, it was not that simple for me.
It started as I approached aisle 6 - the men’s section.
Wearing dark glasses, I anxiously, but carefully, walked up and down the aisle at least a dozen times, before finally clocking the Rogaine 3 pack out the corner of my eye.
It was just in the corner of the top shelf.
I discreetly checked no one was around before taking my chance to make my move.
However, to my horror, a sexy looking female passed me as I had my hands firmly on the Rogaine 3 pack.
I felt so embarrassed.
My reaction was wrong.
Because I panicked and screamed profusely, before I skidded and slipped on a banana skin that had somehow found itself lodged in between my feet.
I then fell to the floor in shock, like I was auditioning for a part in a Die Hard movie.
I could not believe my luck.
The whole store just stopped what they were doing and looked around at me.
I had made it obvious.
At this stage security cameras were all aiming in my direction, as lay on the floor with my glasses crooked and Rogaine in my hands.
I just wanted to dig myself a hole and jump in.
I couldn’t even move.
I then quickly got up incoherently, before randomly grabbing the nearest items off the shelf opposite, to try and hide my embarrassment.
I was a mess.
I just hid my face in complete and utter shame, as I approached the check out with some Cough Syrup and a woman’s Black Head-band.
I paid for the items and walked out the store with my head down.
I was a beaten man.
The permanent expression that occupied my face could only be described as 'For crying out loud' as I strolled home in a sombre manner, contemplating my mistakes.
When I finally got home, I retired to my bathroom where I carefully sat down, looked in the mirror and quietly muttered in a sombre fashion “This is not my life is it?†before slowly shaking my head in agreement with myself.
I was defeated.
My hair loss has left my life in limbo.
A solitary tear then trickled down my face, as I bowed my head, pulled off my stained brown jogging pants and slowly fell to sleep on the bathroom floor.
My hair loss has destroyed my everyday life.
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