"Where's that stuff you have for fever blisters?" he asked.
"We have Abreva. It's on aisle eight, on the left," I respond.
"No, that's not it. It's called Aleve, isn't it?" he says.
"No, it's called ABREVA," I say.
The guy shakes his head and wanders off in another direction away from aisle eight. I get busy helping another person and forget all about Mr. Cold Sore.
Thirty minutes later he's back. He shows me a package of Abreva.
"This is what I was looking for. By the way, it's on aisle eight over here."
I'm quiet. Is this a prank?
"And by the way," he adds, "That Aleve you told me about won't do nothing for fever blisters."