One by one I worked through all the cures that Tara had purchased.  She had researched each and every one.  I was reading the pamplhet on the effectiveness of hair loss shampoos, before I tried some.  The shampoo smelled like it had garlic in it.  Tara insisted I try it.  I did.  But I did want to read up on it first.  I wasn't sure what was in this particular shampoo, but if Tara had vetted it it was at least safe.   But it did smell badly.  I worked some in in the shower.  It stung my eyes quite a bit.  I dried off and I did notice that already there seemed to be less hair in the drain catch.  I then left for work.  Cindy was the first to say anything.  She sits behind me in the next cubicle.  She was talking on the phone, and I couldn't help but overhear her.  She was talking with a friend, and they were making plans for dinner.  She had been feeling like eating some Italian food all day, and she couldn't figure out why.  I could.  I rubbed my hand through my hair.  It smelled like garlic.  I emailed Tara and told her that I was causing Italian cravings with my co workers.  This would never do.  I couldn't use this again.  Tara, being Italian, thought that garlic was good for everything, including, I guess, hair.