I screwed up the other day. It has to do with shopping, an activity I detest. So, when it must be done, I try to get the shopping over with quickly. When I shop for groceries or any hygene-related items like toothpaste, floss, deoderant, I like to be in and out of the store within 5 minutes. (Provided I am alone, I can do this; but if I'm with a girl friend, it can be a Living Hell and I'm lucky to be out of there within an hour.)
My (grocery) shopping routine is as follows: On my way home from work or a bike ride, I will pass a store, then ride onto the sidewalk in front of the store or into the parking lot if it has one, lock my bike to a rack or a sign or a meter near the front entrance, go in the store, grab a basket (usually kept on the inside of the electric (big stores have doors equipped with motion detectors that opens them automatically) doorway as you enter) and pick out what I need as I walk along the perimeter of the store. I almost never go into the aisles. Grocery store aisles are not my thing.
So, the other day, it was hot. Hot enough that I could smell my own BO. On my bike ride home, it was so bad that the patchouli wasn't able to mask the stink. I needed to take care of this problem. Upon climbing one long, steep hill, I saw a grocery store off to the left and went in the way I just described for a few groceries and deoderant. After circling the perimenter for some produce and yogurt and beer, I still hadnt' found the deoderant. Unfortunately, the deoderant/toothpaste/baking soda usually lives somewhere in the aisles. I gritted my teeth and went into the aisles and searched until I found the deoderant. I grabbed something in a blue container and on sale. I thought to myself: The pink containers were female deoderant products, this one is blue (men) and on sale. Mission accomplished, and it hasn't been 5 minutes yet.
So, this morning I My gf, Alice, noticed I smelled funny. She read to me the label on my newly purchased deoderant I had just used: "Sweat Pea and Violet." I still didn't grok what she was trying to tell me. She explained to me that's a scent men ought not wear. Next time I'll look for an "Unscented" label.
My (grocery) shopping routine is as follows: On my way home from work or a bike ride, I will pass a store, then ride onto the sidewalk in front of the store or into the parking lot if it has one, lock my bike to a rack or a sign or a meter near the front entrance, go in the store, grab a basket (usually kept on the inside of the electric (big stores have doors equipped with motion detectors that opens them automatically) doorway as you enter) and pick out what I need as I walk along the perimeter of the store. I almost never go into the aisles. Grocery store aisles are not my thing.
So, the other day, it was hot. Hot enough that I could smell my own BO. On my bike ride home, it was so bad that the patchouli wasn't able to mask the stink. I needed to take care of this problem. Upon climbing one long, steep hill, I saw a grocery store off to the left and went in the way I just described for a few groceries and deoderant. After circling the perimenter for some produce and yogurt and beer, I still hadnt' found the deoderant. Unfortunately, the deoderant/toothpaste/baking soda usually lives somewhere in the aisles. I gritted my teeth and went into the aisles and searched until I found the deoderant. I grabbed something in a blue container and on sale. I thought to myself: The pink containers were female deoderant products, this one is blue (men) and on sale. Mission accomplished, and it hasn't been 5 minutes yet.
So, this morning I My gf, Alice, noticed I smelled funny. She read to me the label on my newly purchased deoderant I had just used: "Sweat Pea and Violet." I still didn't grok what she was trying to tell me. She explained to me that's a scent men ought not wear. Next time I'll look for an "Unscented" label.
