The tinkle of the door bell made Erin smile as he walked into the odd little shop. He was a student in this country at the business college.
Yet today was the vacation day after this American holiday of Thanksgiving. Erin traveled alone most of the time due to his pitted face scares left by Small Pox he had as a child.
The little shop held his immediate interest as he viewed the thousands of jars filled with remedies for many strange to interesting ideas.
"Can we help the bright young man?" asked the short Chinese man.
Erin looked at the smirk on the man's face and rubbed the pit marks on his cheek as he thought.
"Ahh I see you inner thought, the scares in your face and no doubt all over that strong young body! You want a blemish salve!" suggested the man.
"Is thier anything that heels these scares?" asked Erin.
The little man knodded and walked with his limp to a center isle of the shop. Looking down low he mumbled to himself. "We have several Blemish salves, some smooth the scares while others cover them."
Erin thought which would be better, "I don't want them to show! How about a cream to hide them?" asked Erin.
"You not from here are you young man?" asked the shop owner as he pawed on jar after another.
"No I'm a vistor to this great country and a student. I live with my Mother and two sisters in Northern Scotland. My Father built a large stone castle along the seacoast when he was alive. We continue to stay there, it's private and I want privacy!" said Erin with a little force to the words.
"Ah this, this may do the thing for you it help's and hides the blemish while aids healing of skin tissue. I guarantee that not even your Mother will be able to see a scare once this is used." smiled the little man.
"Really, what make this stuff so much better?" asked Erin.