From Pictionary to Charades

Or early-morning adventures at the 7-Eleven. Don't know if it's allergies or sinus, but I have some crud building in my throat that's making me cough. When I hit the convenience for my for my morning drinks, it occurred to me that I should look for cough drops. A quick scan of the shelves revealed lots of risk and mystery, mostly labeled in Korean and with pictures of cute teenage boys. I decided to consult the guy with the mowhawk behind the counter. After a brief mental rehearsal, I looked at him purposefully, eyebrows raised, and coughed. I then made curled my index finger and thumb to make little, round shapes in my palm before doing a sucking motion. Just as I finished my little performance, I spotted a Ricola box. Saved! As I checked out, he said, "Would you like a bag for all that?" Jeez, I guess I should have tried asking first...