The Days My Shampoo was Called Johnson’s Baby Shampoo

I dunno about you but getting sick makes me nostalgic. In the afternoon, I went out with 3 things on my shopping list: a cough syrup, a Johnson’s baby shampoo and magazines.

First I went to Carrefour, looked around like I usually do then went to the children’s aisle. I browsed the entire Johnson’s line and remembered those times when I used to stare at them in my bathroom at the age of 5. It felt weird picking the shampoo up, because I remember the smell and how my mom told me to look up so that shampoo doesn’t get into my eyes.

Carrefour didn’t have a pharmacy unfortunately. I checked out with only two stuffs, waiting behind a white lady who had a truckload of stuff like papers and sauces.

I went to 7 Eleven to pick up my mag and went to the pharmacy to get a cough syrup.

Tonight, after finding out the cough syrup didn’t work, I went to the doctor’s with my brother (cos I lost my glasses and couldn’t see a speck).

On the way, we stopped the indian bread motor guy(I’m not being racist, but over the years it’s always been the indian bread motor guy, never chinese motor guy or malay motor guy) and bought two plastics of kiddy junk food that we once salivate upon as 7 year olds.

At the clinic, the wait was fairly quick. I went in and brother wanted to tag along. After a thorough self-description of my illness to the doctor, he prescribed some meds. Suddenly out of nowhere he asked, “who’s this? Your husband?” all the while pointing to my brother.

I’m like WTF? I look old? That was the first thought that came to my mind. I took a look at my brother and with his super dense beard and moustache rivaling Gengkhis Khan’s I’m pretty sure it is him that looks 30. Damn. He makes me look old.

I don’t like looking too young, but I hate looking old. Who doesn’t right? Right?