Sorting through the items you come across a large bottle of what appears to be a womans shampoo. There are pictures of girls on the front cover of the well worn box with women with quite long hair amongst mostly Asian appearing script. There are a few English phrases that are plastered over the box boasting promises of hair growth and a number of other seemingly impossible (and also difficult to decipher) benefits.
You remember Josh, your flatmate back at home, has been dealing with a fairly large bald spot and a smile washes over your face at the obvious joke gift that this could be for his birthday coming up soon. Hefting the large box over to see the ingredient section you're met with more Asian script and more wear or tear on the box. There are a few signs that appear to be warnings, but most of the details are rubbed off.
You take the box up to the front counter, placing it on the counter. "How much for this?" you ask the elderly gentleman sitting behind the counter who jolts awake. His brow furrows as he approaches. "For this? $10, but if you buy the oral supplement then i suppose i could give them both to you for $15?"
"The oral supplement?" you ask, looking over the box "If the supplement is as old as this box is, wouldn't that be dangerous now?"
"Nonsense, the box is an older stock, but we get more frequent shipments of both the shampoo and the supplement in" as he fishes behind the desk, "see? here." as he places what appears to be a brand new container on the desk, similarly in a black packaging though with a different girl on the front, still with long dark black hair.
You pick up the bottle, looking at the writing and note its also seen to be in some kind of Asian script, placing it back on the counter you fish around for the $15.
Heading back home you wrap up the shampoo, saving the bottle of what appear to be supplement tablets for a follow-up gift at another time.