Overheard in the back seat:
Leah: You'd have to wear your coat if you went to [slowly sounding out the words] Lactose Intolerance.
Rachel: And mittens. You'd need mittens too.
It was just such a non sequitur that I totally lost driving concentration. What the hell was that all about?
Turns out that while we were waiting for Rachel's amoxil prescription to be ready at the pharmacy counter, Leah was picking out information brochures from the 'disease assortment' rack, and the girls were looking at them in the car. For reasons unknown to me, the printing company has decided that pictures of inukshuks (Inuit stone figures used as landmarks or signposts in the barren tundra) are particularly soothing, or inspiring, or maybe they're riffing on the theme of "signpost to health" or something. I don't see the connection, but, at any rate, the cover of the brochure for lactose intolerance shows an inukshuk made of snow blocks on a windswept ice plain. Leah thought it was the name of a place, a cold, snowy place.
The pamphlet for COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disorder) has a massive, hulking inushuk at night, bathed in the red glow of the northern lights. Dyspepsia's is a smaller, squat, rounded inukshuk on a barren rock hillside.
Ya gotta wonder what shape of inukshuk is on the brochure for erectile dysfunction. Or maybe that's just me.