One gray fall day in Stockholm, Brita went to her dresser only to discover that the waterlily and freshmint scent Dove deodorant purchased at Target almost four months ago was on its last legs. Which is to say, it wouldn't be long before its time in this world was over. Naturally, it would have to be replaced, but with what? Everyone knows the old adage, Never Step in the Same River Twice, but only slightly less well known is Never Purchase the Same Flavor of Deodorant Twice. Life is too short. And the river keeps moving so its impossible. So Brita did what any well-meaning but somewhat clueless young lady in her position would have done and headed straight down to T-Centralen and the Åhléns department store to purchase some deodorant/anti-perspirant. What she should have realized is that department stores may be easy to locate but do not care so many health products and the ones they do carry are expensive, but that story is for another time. Instantly a deodorant claiming Cloudberry Jasmine Scent caught her attention. Delicious! she thought, and made her way to the cashier. "That will be 10 dollars in your home currancy" was the cashier's reply. Ouch! thought Brita, But there's no turning back now. She brought the Cloudberry Jasmine 24h Anti-Perspirant with no alcohol made with Eco-Cert. Cotton Oil back home and gave it a whirl. Wow what a fantastic smelling little deoderant! was her response. It was only later, about 1 hour to be exact, that she realized what kind of a friend she had in her new deodorant. Yes, in only a matter of an hour, this fickle little Cloudberry Jasmine 24h Anti-Perspirant had completely ceased to work or nay, even exist.
Alas! Betrayed! Deoderant, when you said to me that you were 100% Natural Fragrance of Sweden, I thought that I could trust you. I thought we would be a team, you and I. And now? Now I don't know what to think. I still put you on every day, hoping that this day will be different. But how long do you expect me to wait around like this? I have things I want to accomplish in my life, and for me to be able to do this, I need to be secure in knowing I can do them without my armpits getting damp.
So that was the story of Brita and Her New Deodorant. It's really kind of a little bit sad. But most true stories are.
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at least it had a better name than that candy bar, "plop", or whatever it was...they could have named this one "Stench away Cloudberry Jasmine, but only for an hour" HAH! truth in advertising.
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And the moral of the story is "Never trust a product named after more than one foo-foo scent (or a desert topping). What you want is something with a harsh, brusque name - "Graaah!" or "Hulk Kill!". Or "Odor-B-Gone".
ReplyDeleteSorry you had to spend 10 bucks to end up smelling like a flower that had been put in a wrestler's gym locker for a week.