I go to the chemist and ask him for two kilos of puppy food. There's a woman asking for tampons next to me. Nose in the air, middle aged and well preserved. She turns and asks me what breed of dog I have. I reply that I don't. I wonder if I should ask her what breed of vagina she has to be polite and maintain the conversation. I decide against it. I hurry off with my puppy food.