Homeopathy - there’s nothing in it

“Do you know it doesn’t work?” I ask.

Her face darkens and she thrusts my hand aside.

“I don’t want to know about that!” she thunders.

I get the feeling I’ve just ruined her day.

As I return to the rickety little card table which is our only prop, apart from our flyers, water-bottles and homeopathic pills and potions, I notice that Jayson is deep in discussion with a casually dressed couple in their early fifties. I catch pieces of the conversation: “… the science is indisputable ... it simply doesn’t work …”

But the woman’s body language shows she’s simply not buying the argument. I edge closer to hear how this conversation will pan out. Unable to counter Jayson’s quiet, but insistent recitation of facts, the woman finally hisses loudly, “You just won’t understand. You’re all being paid by Big Pharma!”

I see Jayson’s jaw drop but he counters beautifully.

“Ma’am, if we were financed by Big Pharma, don’t you think we’d have a better table?”