The jeep was moving in a very unusual manner. Slowly and in the middle of the road. I instinctively pulled over in order to figure out the mystery. Which didn’t take too long. A bushy tailed big dog trotting along. A woman in the driver’s seat of the jeep looked very worried as I passed carefully by her dog. This was her idea of a morning dog walk, a lazy person’s excuse for doing something half heartedly. Five minutes earlier I had passed by another woman, quite a different story. Despite the cold she was in shorts, running quite fast, her fuzzy hair in a bandana. An almost permanent smile lit her face as she purposefully sped past. I see her every morning. She crisscrosses the entire neighborhood doing 10km. I have even met her up on our mountain with a gaggle of other women cackling and laughing as they ran.
Both of them are pharmacists. Guess who’s store is always full?