The Drugstore an Adventure...

Yes, I had to go to the Drugstore today and get a new Razor, my old Wilkinson Protector had finally cut it's last hair and so I had to go and get my new Razor...well actually I just wanted new blades but anyways. After doing my grocery shopping I decided that I had to go in the Drugstore and get those blades. I already knew that something was afoot when I came near the automatic doors...which work like a our lock. I came close to the outer door and it opened very slowly. When it was finally open after what felt like a eternity I stepped through the door and stepped in front of the next waiting for the antiquated motion sensor to realize that I was there and open the next door, which then eventually as well opened once more very slowly. I was inside finally a smell of perfume and medicine filled my nostrils and I decided that try not to breath this air in at all, alas I realized that like most humans I could not hold my breath longer then a couple of minutes without collapsing...which did cause some concerned looks from the clerks in the store. I then tried to orient myself between all the shelves filled with things that I most likely would never need. I found myself in aisle 3, and reading the signs in the that were hard to make out because of the glare of the neon-lights and the high stacked shelves, I realized that what I was looking for must be in aisle 1. So I walked over to aisle one where to my shock I could see nothing but lipstick and perfumes, I decided that what I was looking for had to be in aisle one and so I embarked on my odyssey on aisle one. I past many shelves of cosmetics and was already dangerously close to the end of the aisle when I finally found what I was looking for the Razor area. Then I looked at the Razors they had bags on the lower shelves at which I found myself staring for many minutes wondering who would buy those and if those people considered the enormous waste that went along with those one-way razors. Then I began searching for the razor blades for which I was searching, I knew that they had to be somewhere but then something caught my eyes. It was the three Razors that all had the Quattro written on them in big bold letters as to underline how masculine they were. There was one that was titled 'Quattro Power' which apperantly causes your hair to stand up so that it can be shaved more easily, then there was the normal Quattro which was just four bladed and did not make your hair stand up, the last was titled 'Quattro Titanium' which had Vitamin E in it and was covered with Titanium. When I read the description I felt as if I was reading a mixture of Beauty magazine and Space Travel Sci-Fi Magazine, it said that the Vitamin E would insure a smoother shaving etc. and the Titanium insured so many other things that I was already waiting for a notice on the end of the text which would kindly point out that I needed a license to use this great combination of Beauty product and Space travel experience. Telling that I would feel as if I was traveling on the Enterprise or Battlestar Galactica if would be using this Razor. Eventually I put that Razor back decided that I felt most uncomfortable around this oppressing amount of beauty products almost fearing that I would suddenly feel the compulsive need to buy lipstick, or some wonder medicine on the way out or maybe some pop or sweet that they also offered just one aisle down from the toothpaste and brushes. So I grabbed the Quattro and headed down to the cashier trying not to look at anything that was around me, then payed for my new Razor and left the doors which again had this slowness to them. When I finally left the store I felt as if I should fall to my knees and thank god that I made it out of there with nothing more then my new Razor. I then vowed that I would avoid going to drugstores as much as possible so until my toothpaste runs out or some other product that I bitterly need. I later realized that I was fortunate to have made it out of that store remembering the old man that had slowly walked down the aisle staring at the list in one hand while trying to make the names of the products on the shelves out. When he asked the clerk she directed him down the aisle and so he walked down there, the next time when I saw him he was coming back from that place where the clerk had pointed him too and was happily holding the first of several products of the list, that was a week later.

The House

Few man entered the House on the other side of the street as usual and as usual they all ran out after ten minutes staying inside. Their running was accompanied by a loud shrill screaming.Everything was running its used way was the only thought in Mr. Tenners head, while i may remark that the most remarkable thing about Mr. Tenner was that he actually did do nothing but watching the house on the other side of t he road. The most interesting thing about this house on the other side is that a woman named Mrs. Raynold lived there she was 150 years old which in its self is not that remarkable at all, but the thing with her is she still lives in her normal house and never left it since her 65^th birthday which marked the day since when Mr. Tenner watched this. but only slowed down, for this exact reason did the society not want to see the Well in this time, country and society everyone which is above 64 years old has to live in encampments which are called living centers. The shocking truth is that this society does not like to reminded of aging in itself and the fact of that you are not going to be looking good for the rest of your live. (The age 65 would be an equivalent of about 30 years in the year 2000 or at least you would think that this 65 year old person would be about 30.)The society was created around looking perfect since medicine made fat, unattractive etc. practically non-existent did the one problem aging remain. Since the aging process could never be reversedinevitable which was they were going to age. Thus the most logical solution was to ban all the old people above 65 out of the daily live and bring them somewhere 'safe' and 'helpful'. Only few 65 years old wanted to stay and actually resisted the authorities and since death and/or seeing and old person would be worse did the government agree to give her everything she needed and thus keeping her in the house. Mrs. Raynold was not actually 150 years but of tomorrow she would that was when her birthday, while the buys running out of thew house where the suppliers.But tomorrow would be Mr. Tenners day the day on which he would be brought to the 'place' nobody actually knew what was going on there but only that all people above 64 were brought there. He had already heard many stories about what would happen with the people there some said that you were made to food like in some movie (to which in some past was a book too) then there is the theory. That they used the people there for all kinds of experiments for food, clothing etc. but that did not make a whole lot of sense. In the end nobody actually knew what was going on at the 'place' which was promised and promoted so much. At the next morning there was a knocking on the door in front of which a young man was standing with a clipboard he read of the board :”Mr. Tenner this is your 65^th birthday yes?” Mr. Tenner just nodded since it was very early in the morning still looking over at the house. He was let by the man towards the car and heard the man talking to a boy that apparently wanted to know what was going on “...these old people are unpredictable and you never know how dangerous they are...” this made Mr. Tenner somewhat sad because he knew he would never see his family again. Then after he entered the car which almost immediately began to move, then the house began to glide slowly out of side, until it finally disappeared behind a corner. Then after a couple minutes after Mr. Tenners estimate did they reach a big building which seemed very friendly and... white. The door opened and he turned around to look into the eyes of a younger man that told him:” Go on old man there is nothing to be afraid of” while he was saying that his eyes stayed entirely neutral without a hind of mercy in them. So Mr. Tenner slowly moved through the door and then finally opened it, he slowly he stood up in the sun which was warming his back. Then he began to walk slowly towards the door which was big enough to fit the biggest ships in there when he reached the door was the first thing that he noticed that it was closed, so he turned around towards the car from which he had just come but it had disappeared. Then a soft voice from his left said:” How may I help you Mr. Tenner this voice seemed to originate from the booth to his left in which a very young and attractive woman sad, she seemed to be waiting just for his and only his response. “Today is my 65^th birthday and they brought me here.” She just nodded and answered “I know that but the question how can I help you because we want to know what you need to be happy.”