Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
My wife comes walking in and says, “I have to tell you something.” There is that tone in her voice that says I have done something wrong. “You have been doing something wrong.” I knew I was in trouble. She is holding the shampoo. “You haven’t been using this correctly.” Oh. Oh my. “I watch you shampoo, and while you do ‘Massage into wet hair’, you do not ‘indulge in the luxurious lather.’ nor do you ‘Surrender to the intoxicating fragrance’.” This is the point at which I grab the bottle from her. The “directions” end with “Rinse when ready”. I guess I am ready once I have indulged, surrendered, and intoxicated, I am free to rinse.
I may have to get a new shampoo to regain my masculinity.
February 1st, 2006 at 23:30
A new shampoo would be a good start.