"Mrs. Lott, you have a common ailment: Low vitality," I said. "But I've put together a tonic that will take care of that."
Opening a small refrigerator built into my desk, I brought forth a small bottle. "Drink this," I said. "It would restore your vitality."
She drank the liquid, and a few minutes later wrote me a large check.
I glanced at the label on the bottle--"TURBO-VITALL--100% Proof-Positive Results!" and smiled as she waltzed, giggling, from the consultation room.