I Have Been Warned by Men with Credentials

The Old Baguettes and Crusty Rolls in my building stage an annual rummage sale each fall to raise $$$ for our Residents' Association. It's a recycling extravaganza. We sell stuff we don't need to get space for stuff we do need. Actually, we don't need any more stuff. We want stuff. Because we're creaky and cranky, we need, want, and get the help of our children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, and friends. We advertise in both our city and local newspapers, on store bulletin boards, and put signs up in front of the building. People from the outside come and buy. We insiders emerge from our apartments, take an elevator downstairs to the dining room, and buy. Both outsiders and insiders eat. Make no mistake. While our rummage sale is as wild as a madhouse, it's also a big deal. We acquire what we desire and then some. Two years ago I bought a brand new, gorgeous duffel bag for $1.00. I really did need something to hold the paraphernalia I take back and forth to the YWCA when I go swimming. The purchase was a good one. I've used that duffel bag at least 3 times a week ever since. However, AFTER collecting my $1.00, the Baguette Sales Clerk said, "I know there''s stuff inside. Keep it." Indeed there was stuff inside: a large tote bag, two extra large thermal bags, one medium sized thermal bag, and two medium sized tote bags. The thermal bags have zippered closures. The medium sized totes are a pretty blue with black trim. They're made of a strong cotton material, and their medium long handles make perfect purses of them. They are odd purses, though, because each has a bright, white decoration on one side: "JACKPOT JUNCTION! CASINO HOTEL --MORTON, MN 1-800-WIN-CASH" I take all these bags with me when I go grocery shopping, and I use one or two of the Jackpot Junction! totes as purses whenever I need a purse. If invited to the wedding of the Prince and Kate, would I use one or two as a purse? I would, no matter what the color or design of my gown. Lady BaBa. Now, as I age, one of my hobbies is making and keeping appointments with doctors. My session with a new neurologist had gone well, but no results were in from tests I'd taken. He looked over my medications -- a lengthy list, but what could he say about them? My test results weren't in. We chatted. As I was leaving, he saw my 'JACKPOT JUNCTION!" purse. I was about to walk out of the waiting room when he shot out of his office into the waiting room where many waited. "This drug. Drug X. It's a wonderful drug, but it has serious side effects. It causes gambling and shopping." How wonderful, I thought. Yet another doctor with a sense of humor. Perhaps there's a drug that makes people return things? I dined out on the side effects of Drug X. And then I had an appointment with my primary physician. He did not laugh. "Dr. Y was warning you.," he said. "Drug X does cause gambling and shopping. If you have urges to gamble or shop, let me know. We'll adjust your meds." Yesterday, I bought a digital camera. Do you think I should have my meds adjusted?