There Are Worse Ways to Spend an Evening

by Jeanine Adinaro on December 6, 2010

in General Health

There’s an app for that

Today I stepped a little out of character. I spent an hour trying to win concert tickets. One of the local stations is having a special 20th anniversary concert featuring some musicians my husband and I both love plus free barbecue.  But they aren’t selling tickets, they have to be won. Sadly they aren’t determining winners via cage fighting but instead by chance.

Tonight’s chance was held in the bar area of a local restaurant. I showed up, wrote my name on a scrap of paper, and waited for destiny to smile upon me. They drew one name every 6 minutes- must be present to win.  Hmm, what to do in a bar for an hour?

I ordered a glass of the house white and positioned myself on a bar stool. Soon another woman perched on the stool across the comically high table from me. We struck up a conversation and she very kindly shared her 1/2 priced fried calamari appetizer. Our talk naturally turned to our working lives. In retrospect, she seemed remarkably calm for someone who works at a bank in the mortgage department helping to process people’s requests to renegotiate their mortgages.

Eventually we got to the bit about how I am an acupuncturist and while I see a few patients, mostly I work for this herb company I founded. She seemed intrigued, so I busted out my smarty-pants phone and showed her images of our products on the website. I gave  her the quick version of how the various formulas are traditionally used.

When I got to the bit about Easy Breather and cedar fever, the guy sitting at the other end of the table said, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but eavesdrop. What’s that about herbs and cedar fever?” Then his buddy leaned in to listen, and the next thing I knew, I was giving a mini-lesson on traditional Chinese herbs for cedar fever. Cedar fever makes some people so miserable, the mere mention of something that might help ease their suffering, even if it’s in the conversation over, they will break from their discounted apps and figure out if there is something worth listening to.

Sadly, I did not win tickets. And when that hour was up, the guys from the radio station scooted boot out of there. Coincidentally I was parked next to one of them, and couldn’t help but take a moment in the parking lot to harass him on the rapidity of his exit. He said something about having been at work all day, blah, blah, blah. I reminded him of my favorite put-it-in-perspective regarding one’s job being tough- somebody, somewhere is doing something with hot tar for $5 an hour.

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