A Woman's Fair

I had gone to Marina Square after work. There is a Women's Fair and I thought I might picked up a few useful tips on women's health.
Over zealous sales representatives from some Spa and Yoga center pursued me for more than 3 shops after I have declined politely. Nevertheless, these moments are insignificant compared to what I was about to encounter next.

"Would you like to give this a try?" A lady pushed some samples into my face. She was smiling. That was it. Silence followed. Mind you, Silence from her, not from me. And I am supposed to guess what she was trying to "sell".

"What the...?" I looked at her. She was still smiling. Bet that was all she can managed.

Next, I looked up at the name of the booth. A string of beautiful words, nonetheless, but for all you know, I could not understand what category the booth fall under.

Next, I caught the word "air".

Alas, it is all about encouraging women to lead a healthy lifestyle by breathing in more fresh air. It is all about discouraging women from smoking. Now, you heard me, discourage women from smoking. I glared at the lady.

Do you think I own a sunken look as smokers do?
Do you think I have nicotine-stained teeth and bad breath?
Does my lips look dark purple to you?
Do you think I need that trial pack?

Oh gosh, I was mildly insulted.

She was still smiling.

"He who angers you CONQUERS you."
Heck.
Breathe in...breathe out...breathe in...breathe out...move on.