Where's the Metamucil?

Every two weeks this old coot comes by and asks me the same question.

"Where's the Metamucil?"

It hasn't moved. It's in the same spot as two weeks, four weeks, and 16 weeks ago. He can never find it and I have to go out front and show him.

He can never find it on his own. He's 90 years old.

Now I just keep a container of the bowel magic by the register. When he comes and asks for it, I hand it to him and replenish my stash later.

So far this is working well. 

Yoose gotta do whats yoose gotta do.