This is a real East Village story.
Yesterday my wife sent me out to get...
No, not milk.
Not bread or eggs.
She said, "Go to Enchantments and get me some High John The Conqueror root".
I went but they were closed.
But being the East Village there was ANOTHER herb/magic store a few doors down.
I went in and asked the girl for the root.
She said that they were out and then I asked what it was for.
She said, "Your wife obviously needs it for a spell".
"A spell?" I asked, "What kind of spell?"
She said, "I'd watch out if I were you".
High John The Conqueror root