The wrong pharmacist.
A doctor recently prescribed me a horse dose of antibiotics. Everything ended well: I am very even alive, but the ranks of bifidobacteria in my body have been waiting again. With age, I developed a habit of paying more attention to my health, relying on the expression "who in youth ate delicious, he in old age eats useful."
After watching advertisements on TV, I went to the pharmacy to buy a couple of billions (or maybe more) of these same bacteria. I didn't even expect that there could be such a great variety of them - my eyes just run away, looking at dozens of bottles of different names and manufacturing companies. Having taken several different bottles of bacteria, I went to consult a pharmacist which one was better. On the other hand, I was just like Facebook boss Mark Zuckerberg: jeans and a T-shirt. I was not very similar to the inspector.  I explained the situation to him, and he asks:
Do you have nowhere to spend money?
No, I’ve even roasted, there’s a lot to go.
Then put these pots in place and don’t shake your head – the bacteria in your body will recover on their own.
I did not expect such advice from a person interested in selling pharmaceutical goods, so I asked him about it, nobody else’s good was nearby.
- I work today the last day, tomorrow I will be retired, so at least once in my life I want to give an honest advice to the buyer!