Sả là một gia vị được nhân ta dùng phổ biến, đồng thời cũng là một cây thuốc chữa bệnh và trừ côn trùng tốt.
Sả là loại cây thảo sống dai, cao khoảng 1m, mọc thành bụi (tên khoa học là Cymbopogon Citratus (L.) Pers.), thuộc họ lúa (Poaceae). Củ sả là một gia vị được dùng trong chế biến nhiều món ăn, chủ yếu là để kích thích tiêu hoá, khử được mùi tanh của cá, thịt, giúp thức ăn thêm thơm ngon.
Theo Đông y, sả vị the, mùi thơm, tính ấm, có tác dụng làm ra mồ hôi, thông tiểu tiện và tiêu thực. Sả được dùng chủ yếu làm thuốc chữa cảm sốt, đầy bụng, tiêu chảy...
Liều lượng mỗi ngày 8 - 12g lá và củ sả dưới dạng thuốc xông hay thuốc hãm. Phổ biến nhất là nồi nước xông lá sả phối hợp với một số lá khác như lá tre, lá cúc tần, lá bưởi, lá tía tô. cây ngãi cứu.. mỗi thứ một nắm, đem nấu nước xông cho ra mồ hôi để chữa cảm sốt, nhức đầu.
Tác dụng chính của sả là ở tinh dầu. Trong lá sả có tinh dầu, thành phần chủ yếu là geraniola và citronelola. Vì vậy, khi ta vò lá sả thấy có một mùi thơm đặc biệt phảng phất mùi thơm của chanh.
Tinh dầu sả bôi lên da hoặc phun trong nhà có thể xua đuổi được ruồi, muỗi và các loài côn trùng khác như dĩn, bọ chét... do đó thường được dùng làm thuốc trừ muỗi và khử mùi hôi.
Phụ nữ cũng thường nấu nước lá sả để gội đầu cho trơn tóc, sạch gầu và có thể tránh được một số bệnh về tóc.
Ngoài ra, củ sả và tinh dầu sả còn dùng để chữa một số bệnh thông thường như : Lấy 3 - 6 giọt tinh dầu sả pha với xi-rô và nước, cho bệnh nhân uống để chữa đau bụng, đầy bụng, chống nôn và thông trung tiện. hoặc thái cũ sã đem ngâm rượu đễ dành khi đau bụng gió uống 1 li nhỏ
Crazy Requests, Extra Stupid, Money, Pharmacy | Right | October 26, 2008
Customer: “Hi, can I have some of those allergy medications that are behind the counter? The 24 hour kind.”
Me: “Sure thing…”
(I grab one, because law mandates that the computers only allow me to check out one 24 hour medication for a certain period of time).
Customer: “Oh, I wanted four. Can I have four, please?”
Me: “Sorry, I can only give you one. There’s a law that makes me check your ID on the computer. It won’t let me check out more than one for you, at least not in the 24 hour dose.”
Customer: “Well, can you at least try? If you’d TRY once in a while, you never know what you can do!”
Me: “All right, then…”
(I scan one and sure enough, the second won’t go through.)
Me: “Yup, it won’t let me check out the second one. Your total’s gonna be about 20 bucks.”
Customer: “Okay, now try the third one.”
Me: “What?”
Customer: “If the second one didn’t work, maybe the third one will.”
Me: “Ma’am, all four of these are exactly the same. If the second one didn’t work, what makes you think if I rang up another box of the exact same thing would work?”
Customer: “JUST DO IT!”
Me: “Okay… yeah… it’s not working.”
Customer: “Okay, now try the fourth one.”
(Suffice it to say it doesn’t work; after she buys her one box, she comes back about fifteen minutes later.)
Customer: “HOW DARE YOU SELL ME THIS EXPIRED MEDICATION!”
Me: “Err… what? I can guarantee you it’s not. I checked it before I gave it to you.”
Customer: “Oh yeah? Then what’s this? It says FEB 20!”
Me: “Yes… February… of 2020. Not February 20th.”
Customer: “Uh… well, I’m older than you and I probably make way more than you anyway, so I’m right. I’m 42 and I make $[amount] an hour!”
Me: “I’ll agree with you, you’re much older than I am. I’m only 26. But, ma’am, you are talking to a pharmacist. I make twice that. Oh, wait… I’m in overtime now… three times that. Actually, in the time it took me to help you, I just made one hour’s worth of your wage. Is there anything else I can do for you today?”
(I used to work at a drug store. From time to time, the pharmacy portion of the store wouldn’t open because there wasn’t a pharmacist to do so. A customer reads the closed sign…)
Customer: “What’s the meaning of this?!”
Me: “I’m sorry, sir. The pharmacy is closed today because we don’t have a pharmacist.”
Customer: “People are SICK! They need their MEDICATION!”
Me: “I wish there was something I could do, sir, but–”
Customer: “You know what this is? Do you?! Two words! TWO WORDS! UN-ACCEPTABLE!”
Along The Way, You’ll Meet Some Hopped-Up Munchkins
Extra Stupid, Great Stuff, Pharmacy | Right | May 23, 2008
(I live in a town where 65% of the people are 65 years old and older. When we were redoing the design of the store, they placed a large white walkway from the front door to the pharmacy.)
Customer: “Hi, I would like to pick up my prescription.”
Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but this is the front of the store. Your prescription is in the back of the store, in the pharmacy.”
Crazy Requests, Great Stuff, Parents/Guardians, Pharmacy, Religion, Rude & Risque | Right | May 19, 2008
Angry Old Woman: “Excuse me! I am very upset because you sold my young grandson p*rnography!”
Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but we don’t sell p*rnography.”
Angry Old Woman: “Get me the manager, now!”
Manager: “What seems to be the problem, ma’am?”
Angry Old Woman: “Your pervert cashier sold my grandson p*rnography!”
Manager: “Are you sure about that? We don’t sell anything like that here.”
Angry Old Woman: “Do you think I’m stupid? I saw it with my own eyes! It had naked women and he told me he bought it here with no problem!”
Manager: “Could you show me on the shelf what it was?”
(She goes over to the magazines, and points at Maxim.)
Angry Old Woman: “It was this one! See? Right here! Where any child could see!”
Manager: “Ma’am, this magazine is not p*rnography. Granted, the women are scantily clad in a few pictures but they aren’t naked and there is no age restriction on its sale.”
Angry Old Woman: “I know p*rnography when I see it, and this is very offensive. How could you sell it to young children?”
Manager: “Well, actually our store policy dictates that we won’t sell this to a young child even though it is still legal. How old is your grandson?”
Angry Old Woman: “He’s only sixteen!”
Manager: *rolls eyes* “I don’t want to offend your moral beliefs, Ma’am, but if your sixteen year old grandson wants to look at women in bikinis there is no force on earth that is going to stop it. Seriously.”
Angry Old Woman: “The power of Jesus can stop it! The power of Christ should compel you to remove this magazine from your shelves!”
Manager: “Right… Real quick, ma’am, before I get back to work, can I ask you a question? Does your grandson have Internet access?”
Angry Old Woman: “What does that have to do with anything?”
Manager: “A lot, and I think that the power of Christ should compel you to learn how to look up his browser history. Have a good day.”
(Our insurance transmitter was experiencing problems, so we were unable to transmit to any insurance companies when filling prescriptions. I explained this to one customer, who decided to sit and wait for a while to see if the transmitter would come back up. Meanwhile another customer came in with a prescription.)
New Customer: “Hi, I’d like this filled please.”
Me: *explains transmitter problem*
New Customer: “Oh that’s okay, I don’t have insurance.”
Me: “No problem, we’ll have it ready in just a few minutes.”
Original Customer: “Wait! I was ahead of her! Why isn’t mine ready!?”
Me: “We are still waiting for the insurance transmitter to come back up, sir.”
Original Customer: “Well how did you fill hers!”
New Customer: “I pay cash, I don’t have prescription coverage.”
Original Customer: “Well I pay cash too!”
Me: “You want to just get it at retail price, and not use insurance?”
Original Customer: “Yes! I have cash! I’ll pay for it, just fill it now!”
(Five minutes later…)
Me: “Okay, sir, we’ve got you ready. The total comes to $35.99.”
Original Customer: “WHAT! My co-pay is only $3.00!”
Me: “Sir, you said you wanted to go ahead and pay cash price since the insurance transmitter is still down.”
Original Customer: “I do have cash! See?” *shows wallet with cash in it* “Why is it $35?! You people don’t know anything! I’m taking my business elsewhere!”
Great Stuff, Ignoring & Inattentive, Pharmacy, USA | Right | April 28, 2008
(Our new drugstore is assigned a phone number that had previously belonged to the animal shelter. We ALWAYS answer the phone with our store name and hours, but people don’t always listen. This becomes annoying, but one of my coworkers likes to have fun with it.)
Caller: “Uh, yeah. I have this raccoon in my backyard.”
Coworker: “Hmm… that’s nice.”
Caller: “Yeah, well it seems to be acting strangely… like it’s crazy.”
Coworker: “What do you want me to do about it?”
Caller: “Well, you should do your job and come out and get rid of it! Isn’t that why I pay my taxes?”
Coworker: “Okay, then. Give me your address.”
Caller: *gives out address*
Coworker: “All right, after I close the drugstore I’ll be over with my shotgun around midnight. There will be a loud noise, so warn your neighbors. Since I don’t work for your taxes, just tape a $20 bill inside your mailbox, more if you want a fancy burial. Have a nice day!” *click
Back In My Day, Pills Fell Like Mana From The Heavens
Crazy Requests, Great Stuff, Health & Body, Pharmacy | Right | March 13, 2008
(I was cashiering the closing shift on a Sunday night. The pharmacy closes earlier than the rest of the store on weekends. A customer comes in at 9:30pm.)
Customer: “Oh sh*t! The pharmacy is closed?!”
Me: “Yes, they close at 6pm on weekends. They will open again at 8am tomorrow morning.”
Customer: “But I need a prescription filled.”
Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but the pharmacist will not be here until 8am tomorrow morning.”
Customer: “Can’t you do it?”
Me: “No…”
Customer: “Why not?!”
Me: “I’m not a pharmacist.”
Customer: “Don’t be a smart a**!”
Me: “I’m sorry, sir. Only a pharmacist can fill your prescription.”
Customer: “What is this world coming to?!” *storms out
Employees, Fast Food, Ignoring & Inattentive, Pennsylvania, USA | Working | June 12, 2020
I am at the drive-thru of a local fast food place, stopping to get myself a quick meal before work.
Worker: “Hi, welcome to [Fast Food Place]. How may I help you?”
Me: “Hi, I would like a double combo, large size, with lettuce and onion, and no cheese.”
The worker puts my order on the screen. I notice he has put the combo up as one WITH cheese.
Me: “Excuse me, I wanted that combo without cheese.”
Worker: “Sorry about that.”
He corrects the entry and it now clearly says, “NO cheese,” in red lettering.
Worker: “Will that be all today, sir?”
Me: “That’ll be everything.”
Worker: “Your total comes to $10.05 today, sir.”
I pull over to the window and give him the money. He immediately hands me my drink.
Worker: “Your food will be out in a moment, sir.”
He goes into the kitchen, and about a minute later he comes back to the window.
Worker: “Did you order the double with cheese?”
Me: “No. My order was a double with lettuce and onion, and without cheese.”
Worker: “Okay, one moment, sir.”
He goes back and grabs a sandwich from the rack.
Worker: “Here you are, sir.”
I check the sandwich to make sure it is correct, and then call him back when I notice it is not.
Me: “Excuse me, this is not at all what I ordered.”
Worker: “Are you sure, sir?”
Me: “I ordered a double with lettuce and onion, and no cheese. This is a triple — a plain triple with nothing on it.”
Worker: “I’m sorry, I can have a new one ready for you in about five minutes.”
Me: “No, I’m really tight on time and I need to be at work in ten minutes. Please remove one of the patties from this burger and put lettuce and onion on it, and I’ll be satisfied.”
I give the burger back to the worker. On his way to the kitchen, his manager stops him to talk, and he is visibly upset. The worker returns soon after.
Worker: “I am very sorry for that, sir. Here’s your burger. Have a good day.”
As I left the drive-thru window, I could faintly hear yelling from the kitchen. I checked the burger again and noticed that it had the lettuce and onion on it now, but it was still a triple. I’m fairly positive at that point that the manager made him upgrade my meal at no charge to make up for his stupidity in handling my order. I have not been back there since.
Coworkers, Jerk, USA, Video Game Store | Working | June 12, 2020
I am a shift lead at a fairly well-known video game store. Our company dress code says we should wear collared shirts or video-game-related tees, plain jeans or khakis, and some kind of close-toed shoe. As for shirts, our current boss prefers that we only wear collared shirts. I usually do both; I will wear a collared button-down over the gaming tee of my choice, but if I get too hot from running around the store doing my job, I’ll often swap to just the tee so I don’t pass out from heat exhaustion.
The following exchange occurs with a general associate on one of those occasions.
She is over an hour into her shift, speaking to a customer, looking over at me.
Associate: “Man, I wish I got to wear tee-shirts.”
I turn around to give her a long look, as she is wearing a floaty blouse, skinny jeans, and cowboy boots.
Me: “Really, [Associate]? Really?”
Associate: “You’re always wearing just tee shirts! I thought we were supposed to wear collared shirts.”
Me: “It does seem unfair when someone else isn’t following the dress code, doesn’t it?”
I’m not sure she ever caught on to the irony of her complaint
Employee #1 : “Do you want to pay today, or use a twenty-four-month installmant plan?”
Me: “What’s the difference going to be?”
Employee #1 : “If we break it up over twenty-four months, you are protected in case the phone you get is a lemon, because you haven’t paid for it all yet!”
Me: “Wait, what?”
Employee #2 : “Yeah, if you pay for the phone in full before you leave the store, it voids the two-week return policy.”
Employee #1 : “So, if the phone is a lemon, you’re stuck!”
Me: “Wait, so you’re telling me that if you sell me a broken phone, if I pay for it all at once you won’t let me return it?”
Employee #1 : “No, because that voids the return policy.”
Me: “So, you can only return defective items if you haven’t paid for it yet?”
Employee #2 : “That’s right, so you should take the twenty-four-month plan.”
Me: “Okay… Well, do you charge interest or anything extra?”
Employee #2 : “Nope, just break it up into payments.”
I think paying it off slowly might be convenient.
Me: “Okay, let’s do it.”
Employee #1 : “Great, I’ll ring you up. So, with the Store Fee, that will be $129 plus tax.”
Me: “What ‘Store Fee’?”
Employee #1 : “It’s $30 to purchase a phone in the store.”
Employee #2 : “It’s because you are eligible to buy a new phone. You only have the $30 fee. If you weren’t eligible to buy a new phone we’d have to double the cost of your service fees!”
Me: “What? So there’s no contract, but I’m somehow ‘eligible’ to buy a phone at full retail price, as opposed to somehow… not being allowed to buy a phone? And for the privilege of buying a phone in your store, there’s a fee?”
I left and found the $199 phone online for $79. And, much to my surprise, they were telling the truth; there was no activation fee. And I wasn’t charged $30 online for the privilege of buying a product!
Cashiers Who Can’t Handle Cash Keep NAR In Business
Alabama, At The Checkout, Convenience Store, Employees, Money, Non-Dialogue, USA | Working | June 11, 2020
Years ago, my grandfather owned a number of convenience stores. He hired and fired all kinds of crazy cashiers; the ones that stuck around for years might have been the craziest, but they were reliable. Every summer for years, I would be one of those cashiers; from the ages of fourteen to twenty, there I was every summer.
Since he usually had regular turnover, it wasn’t hard for him to find me a shift to work, but one year he was fully staffed; he was just miffed by one employee.
This one girl was great at all the assignments — stocking, cleaning, maintenance — but my grandfather noticed that he was going through a lot of rolls of dimes and pennies, and usually on her shifts. So, he decided to sort of watch her one day. It wasn’t until someone was owed $0.97 in change that he put it together.
Sure enough, this cashier gave the guy nine dimes and seven pennies as change.
He tried to teach her, but it didn’t stick.
Needless to say, he still found an opening for me that summer.
Canada, Employees, Lazy/Unhelpful, Non-Dialogue, Tech Support | Working | June 11, 2020
Some days I worry about the course of our society.
I call a company for tech support on their product, as I’ve been having issues that I just can’t solve myself.
After the customary wait, and after sorting through a million phone choices designed to weed out those too inept or not stubborn enough to get a live person, I finally get someone to talk to.
Information is exchanged: name, date, rank, and serial number, status of the first born child, third moon of Jupiter’s equinox date. You know, the standard “tech support opening questions.”
Finally, what feels like a half-hour after starting the call, the tech support worker finally asks, “What is the problem?” and I explain it. Basically, I’m asking how to reboot a device.
The tech support on the other end pauses for a minute, hmms, and haas. Finally, I get this beauty of a comment.
“I’m sorry, you can’t do that. Nope, no way to do it. It’s impossible. Would you like me to look it up for you to find out if it can be done?”
No. No, I don’t want you to look it up. I called you, spent all this time trying to talk to you… No, I don’t want you to look it up. I’ll just sit here and talk to you for the charm of your personality, Mr. Tech Support Guy.
A quick transfer to someone higher up the chain and my problem is fixed, in less time than it took for tier one to ask me if “I wanted him to look up my issue.”
Coworkers, Employees, Health & Body, Office, Pranks, UK | Working | June 11, 2020
I have recurring nosebleeds which more or less start within fifteen minutes of noon. It’s so consistent that my file has a note against it that I should have my break around that time to avoid problems.
Today is no different, and I am running down the office with a tissue in hand in case of spillage. I run towards the toilet which is next to the staff room. A new employee leaves the staff room and glares at me. I try to say it’s just a nosebleed, but he full-on sprints out of the office, screaming, before I get the chance to.
As I walk past the staff room, I hear a couple of the women cackling.
Woman #1 : “So, the new guy has been a bit of a b**** with everyone.”
Woman #2 : “He told HR this morning that I was bullying him. All I did was ask if he could photocopy something for me.”
Woman #1 : “So, we thought we’d get our own back. We knew you would be coming down, probably with a nosebleed, so we pretended to be demons.”
Me: “Okay…”
Woman #2 : “He didn’t believe us, so we pretended to smell virgin blood. He still didn’t believe us, so we told him to go check.”
Me: “So, you’ve used me to probably traumatise him?”
Woman #1 : “Well, when you put it like that, it sounds pretty harsh!”
They weren’t in any way guilty for it, but they did promise never to use me to their advantage again. I was going to tell HR at lunch, but the new employee had beat me to it, clocking on that it was probably a joke. [Woman #2 ] was dismissed and [Woman #1 ] suspended. The new employee still works here and he finds it funny now that he understands that I do actually get nosebleeds. He even feels guilty about [Woman #2 ], but not enough to help get her job back.
Employees, Extra Stupid, Fast Food, Jerk, Texas, USA | Working | June 11, 2020
My husband and I have been moving boxes all day and haven’t eaten, so we’re already a little “hangry.” We pull up to the drive-thru of a quick, cheap fast food joint before he has to go to work.
Employee #2 : “No. We’re out of chicken. What else?”
Husband: “Oh… I guess another [Burger], then.”
Employee #2 : “Okay. That’s [roughly $6 more than expected.]”
We pull forward and my husband pays, but I insist on checking the receipt. Sure enough, there is a [Chicken Sandwich Meal] that we did not order. We get to the pickup window and notify them, explaining to two employees that we were charged for something we didn’t order, when a third person comes over: [Employee #2 ] from the speaker, who also appears to be the manager.
Employee #2 : “You want the money back or you want the food?”
Husband: “I’d like the money back, please.”
Employee #2 : “You sure you don’t want me to get you the meal?”
Husband: “I didn’t order it, and you don’t have any chicken. As it is a chicken sandwich, you won’t be able to get it, and I don’t want it. Please, just give me the money back for it.”
We got our money back and got out of there, not bothering to mention it was twenty cents short and my fries were the wrong size and dumped upside down in the bag.
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