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A reader writes: "After some restless nights I went to my late-night pharmacy in Ponsonby for some ... er, worm tablets. A failed search required a whisper to the young shop assistant. I was stunned with her reply that could be heard in every corner of the bedroom-sized store. 'Why do you think you need worm tablets?' I froze - my life had turned into a Seinfeld episode. Just as loudly, she followed with, 'Do you have an itchy bum or something?' I feel sorry for people with more personal problems that have been broadcast like this."
A reader writes: "After some restless nights I went to my late-night pharmacy in Ponsonby for some ... er, worm tablets. A failed search required a whisper to the young shop assistant. I was stunned with her reply that could be heard in every corner of the bedroom-sized store. 'Why do you think you need worm tablets?' I froze - my life had turned into a Seinfeld episode. Just as loudly, she followed with, 'Do you have an itchy bum or something?' I feel sorry for people with more personal problems that have been broadcast like this."
