Personal Care
I had already been planning a trip to the grocery store to pick up some toilet bowl cleaner after my lunch with Sam today. And yesterday
So I went through the checkout and the cashier picked up the soap almost like it was an alien artifact. “What is this?” he asked with some combination of fascination and disgust at the $5/bar scented cellulose product, “is it all-natural or something?”
“Beats me,” I said, “a cute girl said it smelled nice. That’s all I care about.”
He nodded approvingly as he rang up the rest of my eighty bucks worth of cosmetic care products.