This story is about Dreaming of a day-dreaming nutritionist who went the whole mile to stalk her client.
The woman nutritionist wanted to investigate why her female client’s diet lacked salt. She was a day-dreaming nutritionist because she aspired to be good in her job. She visited the home and checked the kitchen. There were more than one salt shaker on the kitchen counter. In the pantry, there were bags and bags of salt on a shelf. Yet, the woman’s diet showed a severe lack of sodium chloride.
The nutritionist asked her client, “Have you been eating salt?”
“Yes.” she said.
“But your blood test indicated otherwise.”
The woman shrugged.
The nutritionist decided to stalk this client for a day. She started on a fresh new day. She wore bland clothes and walking shoes. She wore a cap to hide her hair which was neatly tucked into a bun. She succeeded in tailing her client from the start of dawn. The woman ran errands at the supermarket, and then returned home. It was easy tailing her. It was a long wait from then until night fall. There was no movement. The nutritionist wanted to call it a day. Suddenly, the woman came out of her home and drove her car out of the driveway.
The nutritionist had to gulp down a mouthful of coffee to kick start her sleepy and dull senses. She slowly tailed her subject. It wasn’t difficult to follow in the easy lull of the after office hours traffic. The roads were near deserted.
The woman’s car eventually parked outside a pair of gates. She opened her car door and boot. She took a long roll, which looked like a rolled up mat. She carried a small paper bag in her other hand.
This was tricky for the nutritionist. She parked her car a long distance away from the gates and slowly shut her door. She had to be as quiet and stealth as possible to avoid being heard. It was quiet save for the sound of crickets. She slowly walked towards the gates, just in time to catch a glimpse of her subject a long distance ahead. There was a clearing.
The nutritionist hid behind the trees along the pathway. She never took her eyes off her subject. The woman had stopped at the clearing. She appeared to unroll her mat and had sat on it.
“Strange place and time to be sitting here,” thought the nutritionist. She stood behind a tree. There was nowhere else to hide.
It was cold. A gust of wind rushed past her. She felt goose bumps on her arms.
A stream of people walked up to the woman on the mat. A person stood in front of the woman. She appeared to be scooping a handful of stuff into an out-stretched hand. Then the person stretched out their other hand to drop some money onto the mat, and then walked away. The next person in line did the same. They stretched out one hand with the palm facing upwards. The woman poured a handful into that palm. She received a handful of money which was dropped onto her mat.
The nutritionist was unaware of the legend. She looked at the people. Something happened. Suddenly, there was only one person left in the clearing.
The client gathered up the rest of her goods, tucked her pile of money into her pockets, rolled up her mat, and made her way back to her car.
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