The proprietor walks over and hands you a small light green box of tea bags named as "Smooth Move".
"It help you do what one must to stay healthy!" says the man in his rather broken english.
You accept his choice and moaning while half bent over from pains walk behind him past the counter to his personal quarters behind the store. A seat offered you plop into it your gut reay to bust.
Shortly the nice man returns having a hot cup of watewr and a teabag already slung into it beginning to mix and melt.
"Sip it, very hot work fast too!" says the man with a friendly smile.
Sip you do for the water was drawn off some steam locomotive as it is almost too hot to touch the cup. One sip and then two, three, and by the forth your gut pain seems to be draining away to a refreshing calmness.
"You feel better?" asked the man showing what you think is a real concern for your well being.
You smile and continue to sip the tea which by now is darkening to a deep olive green color.
A griggle in your guts suggests things are on the fast track. Your face and the sound has the old man helping you up and moving off to the bathroom.
A quick drop to the pants and sitting down a flood of...... comes. Flushing after flush your whole gut seems to be letting loose whatever you had inside for the past week. The smell reminds you of a cow barn as in the dull light you look about for the switch to a vent fan.
A small window is your only hope for a breath of fresh air as you stand up and weakly breath the clearer outside air.
The proprietor stands outside the door but his speach and stomping of a foot to the floor tells all of what he too has to smell right then and there. At last he asked if you be done as the smell was trailing off into his shop.
Embarressed you open the door and feeling now better than before you shake the man's hand telling him you want to by something more than a simple box of tea.