Are you the lady who strutted around my store without buying anything and asked my customer if he knew his cigarettes would kill him? What’s up with that? He knows they may or may not; we’re all adults and it’s absolutely none of your business. —Poison peddler
This article appears in Oct 2-8, 2014.


That’s the point where you cough theatrically in her face and proceed to tell her all about what a lovely trip you just had to West Africa, pointing out that you have to get out of the hotels and resorts and really get to know the locals, to fully appreciate the place.
Then, ask her if it seems really hot in here.
OB, may I suggest you MYOB?
It is the OB’s business as it is their store/
WHAT IS “ONE’S OWN BUSINESS”?
“Are you the lady who strutted aroud my store without buying anything and asked my customer if he knew his cigarettes could kill him? Poison Peddler
What, if anything, does the fact that the lady who strutted around your store without buying anything have to do with it? What if she actually bought something? Would she then be “minding her own business?” Are you the arbiter in these matters? So what, after all, is “one’s own business?” Where is the line to be drawn? Write back soon.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Maybe she didn’t want to buy anything. Maybe she inspected your merchandise and decided you sell crap. Is everyone who comes into your store obligated to buy something?
Well, if it were me it would be my business because I’m old enough to look after myself.
That statement is incoherent. Why would it be your business simply because you are old enough to look after yourself? Your use of the word “because” notwithstanding, there is no relationship, causal or otherwise, between your two assertions. You do see that, don’t you?
Don’t worry MM, I see it.
University-borne intelligence strikes again!
“University-borne intelligence?” What can that possibly mean? Are you making a distinction which doesn’t distinguish? Are you attempting to re-define intelligence? Is that very intelligent?
… and it’s not like it’s labelled on half the pack on all sides…
That tongue cancer one is just plain ol’ nasty.