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I never have minded that clerks offer help...hell, it's their job. I
did once almost slug a woman in a fancy department store...always have
to go in through the cosmetics dept. and there were clerks standing
around with spray bottles of perfume. One gave me a spritz of unknown
perfume as I passed, without asking or offering that she was about to
assault me.
I used to stop and ask if the stuff had alcohol in it (and it
almost invariably did). Then I asked where the nearest hospital was
since the medication I was on would cause my blood pressure to skyrocket
with any contact with alcohol. I'd then leave the area at a dead run.

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To find that place where the rats don't race
and the phones don't ring at all.
If once, you've slept on an island.
Scott Kirby "If once you've slept on an island"