It was a classic case of "while you're up."
My brother called when he knew I was up at the shops. There was a baby screaming down the line and through the cacophony I heard my brother say, "Can you go to the pharmacy and grab some infa...." There was more crying then the phone cut off.
Infa-whatnow?
I was at a bit of a loss, and must have looked perplexed as I walked into Cammeray Pharmacy because the pharmacist came straight up to me and asked if she could help.
"I hope so! My baby niece is crying and my brother asked me to buy Infa-somethingorother."
"Infacol," she replied, swiftly and reassuringly. She then lead me straight to the shelf with the small yellow boxes.
"I'll take two." read more