It was a slow day at the [tag]coffee shop[/tag] this morning, so I was witness to the owner employing a candle in her auditory orifices—a so-called ear candle, if you will.
Now that’s something you wouldn’t see at a [tag]Starbucks[/tag] or a [tag]Pete’s[/tag], to be sure. But that’s Sitwells for you. Granted, this is not a typical occurrence for [tag]Sitwells[/tag], but hardly surprising–which is why this is my coffee shop. And now that I’m thinking about it, I feel as if one of my humours is out of balance with the other four, and I should probably be bled with leeches.
I try to keep an open mind, but an [tag]ear candle[/tag]? Bollocks, me thinks—and not the dog’s bollocks, but just plain bollocks with the negative connotation. But you know, if the ear candle devotee believes it works, more power to them, that’s fine with me. Who am I to stand in the way of the placebo affect, which I am totally in favor of—what matters is an end result one is happy with; if so whether or not it can be quantified is immaterial.
Credit where credit is due: the ear candling photo comes from Wikipedia.