Submitted for your consideration . . .

You have a real life BFF.  She’s the Admin Assistant for a very prominent Doctor.  A Doctor of Plastic Surgery.  At a leading Canadian hospital.  Who, from time to time, holds training sessions on various techniques for other Doctors who are looking to learning said techniques.

These training sessions often require a “Patient”.  Someone who will allow said technique to be administered to them for such training purposes.

These “Patients” could be considered Saints with very giving hearts that like to help others.  Or just really lucky people.

Anybitches . . . just such a training session came up this week.  It was for Botox injections (which, here in Canada, can only be administered by a Doctor, in a Doctor’s office.  No “Botox Parties” for us).  As I had previously instructed my BFF to place me at the top of the potential training patient list, I received this call;

Elle:  Hey – you want some free Botox?

Me:  WHAT!?

Elle:  Answer the question.

Me:  As in – you’re going to steal some from work and inject me at your house? Ah, no thanks.

Elle:  NO!  He’s doing another training session and needs a Patient.

Me:  Seriously?  Is it free?  Will I have to wear one of those horrible backless hospital gowns in front of a bunch of people?

Elle:  NO!  I mean “no” to the backless gown, but yes – it would be free.

Me:  hmmmm . . .

So my Bloggies, here’s where you come in.

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Submit your vote.  You have my destiny in your hands.

I’ll let you know what I decide in a few days . . . gulp.

Have you ever wanted to get Botox?  And if you’ve had it before, was it a good or bad experience?  Would you do it again?

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In the 1st installment of my new feature “Moral Dilemma Day”, I have stumbled upon the following scenario and request, nay, DEMAND your input . . .

You go to the Mall, and enter a jewelery store.  Not a fancy jewelery store but rather a costume jewelery store where they sell many sparkly everyday baubles.

You are approached by a young (20-ish?) sales girl.  English is clearly not her first language.  Both her accent and her appearance make that obvious immediately.

English, however, IS your first language.  In fact, you don’t even know any other languages.

This young sales girl says to you;

“Dis fings ah half-a price”

HALF-A price???

Do you;

• Politely nod and continue browsing while silently chuckling over the amusement of her error?

• Kindly correct her by pointing out the word is actually “half” in the hopes of helping with her English skills?

• Become annoyed and impatiently say “What?!  What are you saying?!  “Half-a” is not even a word!  I can’t understand you!”

• Knock her to the ground, pin her down, and make her repeat the word over and over till she gets it right.

• Some other response that I haven’t thought of.

Come on now Bloggies.  What would YOU do?