August 2, 2006

Shypoo

The Guy Family is descended from pharmacists.

MR Mr Guy, henceforth known as The Big Guy, was full-blood Pharmacist (both parents, who owned a pharmacy), making Mr Guy one half Pharmacist.

My Maternal GrandGuy attended pharmacy school, and Paternal GrandGuy was a full-time pharmacist and later pill-jobber for Eli Lilly, who had a weekly 15 minute radio show that instructed listeners in the benefits of VIT-i-MINES. Based on this, I claim slightly less than a half Pharmacist.

The Big Guy grew up in the pharmacy. He told us of the mystery of Shypoo. When his parents made ointments by hand, and had some left over, they'd put the excess in what they called the Shypoo pot. In cases where no topical ointment was having any success, he claimed that they'd write up a prescription for Shypoo, scrape some out of the pot and sell it to the customer.

On reflection, this story has the delicate aroma of untruth, but it gives me the opportunity to write Shypoo over and over and over.

I wish I had a Shypoo pot. Or not

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