You have to love Thanksgiving week… three days of work spent mostly making plans about either getting out of town… or avoiding relatives who are coming to town. This is also the week when everyone starts blaming the holidays for their year-round flabby waistlines… Yup, can’t stop eating during the holidays… Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years and all the way to Memorial Day and then it starts again.
I went to The Store the other day, and I mention it without being specific just in case they are looking for me… I wanted to buy a pump bottle of anti-bacterial handsoap because it will save my life from the dangers of either Swine Flu or shaking hands of parents with kids. I have a pump bottle in my bathroom already, one of those ones you pour liquid soap into, but the stupid pump has never operated correctly. I have to pump it 30 or 40 times before it starts to work, and frankly, I just didn’t want my neighbors hearing that sound a couple of times a day. They would talk.
So, I went to The Store to buy a one-time pump bottle of soap… I went to one of the bargain stores where the word “soap” is sometimes spelled wrong on the bottle, and the liquid soap itself comes from a foreign land where it may have once been sitting in a dumpster outside a medical lab labeled with a skull and crossbones. But…with a little perfume… and a picture of fruit and flowers on the front… it’s on sale for half the price of expensive grocery store prices.
So… I wanted to smell what I was buying before I buy it. I’m really not the type of guy who should smell like lavender. I want to be clean, but I want to smell like weeds or dirt… guy stuff. I was hoping they would have soap with a picture of a hamburger or fireworks, but no luck. The next best thing was coconut… which to me says Pina Colada… but the pump part of the bottle was pushed down inside the bottle… however… with a little bit of a twist and a pull, it popped up to working position. I gave it a sniff, it was ok.. but I wanted to look around some more… so I tried to close the pump back to where it was. Which means (I thought) I would have to push the pump back into the bottle. No, it doesn’t. That only successfuly launched a big squirt of liquid soap down my hand, my arm, and onto the floor.
You would think that one pump like that would tell me that was not the correct way to close the bottle. No, it wasn’t. That part of my brain that said “Just put it back on the shelf” was shouted down by the guy side of my brain that said “Try it again, but this time try harder”… Five or six pumps (and squirts) later, I finally did just put it back on the shelf, my hand and arm covered with soap. And, maybe, but I’m not saying definitely (for legal purposes) the shelf as well. And the shelf below it. And the one below that. And maybe the floor. Then (again, not definitely), I walked to the towel department to feel how soft the 2009 towels are… and how absorbent they could be. I’m happy to say… they were quite soft and absorbent, and I understand some of them now… you can buy pre-soaped… from That Store.
THAT PERSON IN A COMA MAY BE LISTENING… a man in Belgium who was in a coma for 23 years… says he heard everything that was going on around him, but just couldn’t respond… story, click (here)… there is another medical condition that resembles that… it’s called “a hangover”…