The blue ribbed glass bottle.

With the opening of the shop door the bell tingled.  Closing the door behind her mrs. Newbe made her way towards the counter... mr. Bridge was waiting to serve her.

'Good morning' he said, with a little tip to his forehead.      'Trust you are well this fine morning?’ he continued.

'Very,' was her reply, straightening her hat, then removing her gloves.

Mr. Bridge watched as she accomplished both deeds before enquiring... 'how may I be of service?      

Her eyes left his voluntarily and proceed to concentrate upon the glass bottles on the shelf behind him; he watched as they glided across before settling upon a blue ribbed glass bottle with a screw lid.     Pointing at it... 'I'll take that one please,' she said.

Mr. Bridge asked, 'will there be anything else?

'No,' was her reply, placing the bottle into her handbag, then replacing her gloves.

Mr. Bridge watched as she accomplished both actions before thanking her for her custom.