A friend's wife took a tumble outside her office in Manhattan. Hit the marbled sidewalk at Rock Plaza with her forehead, and came home with stitches through her eyebrow. A few days later, she sent him to the local drugstore to pick up this green pancake makeup that her doctor had told her would neutralize the purple of the bruise, so that when she put regular makeup over it, nobody would know she looked like a train wreck underneath. He goes to the drugstore and finds that there's actually a slot on the makeup wall for green pancake. And it's all sold out.