Purple Flowers at CVS

I was out of salted butter, so I went to the CVS near our house just now to get some.  I'm sorry, but I just have to have salted (not unsalted, which I use in my baking) on my toast.  Have to.  Non-negotiable.

Anyway, while I was there I remembered that I am out of bubble bath stuff.  Shower gel/Foaming Bath Gel - whatever it's called.  I need some.  It's cold out now, and therefore the start of my soaking-in-a-hot-bath-while-Bill-puts-the-kids-to-bed season.

Down the end of the aisle there was a display of the brand of good-smelling stuff I like.  Of course, I can't remember the brand.  But whatever - the sale was 2 for $10.00.  I would buy one.  I'm on a budget.  I selected "Ocean Breeze" in the blue bottle, and looked at the others to make sure I wasn't missing one I liked better.  Oh, wait, is that lavender scented?

I picked up the bottle - it just said "Purple Flowers" or something like that, so I opened the top and squeezed ever so slightly so that some of the fragrance might waft out.

It had one of those heart valve-type openings and as I squeezed, suddenly the valves popped open and a little blob of violet goo flew out and hit me right in the face. 

I don't think anyone saw it happen, though depending on where the surveilance cameras are, someone watching may have had a really good laugh this morning.

I put the bottles back, wiped off my lenses and peeked in a mirror above a display of hair clips to make sure there were no unsightly shower gel splatters on my face or in my hair. 

Then I casually strolled to the dairy case to get my butter.

I'm going to smell like Purple Flowers for the rest of the day.

Comments

[Kathi]

Haha! You're not alone here.

"I don't think anyone saw it happen." If you're like me (or anyone else), you looked around to see if anyone saw you.

[chocolatechic]

I can not begin to tell you how many times I have done that.

[Veronica]

Oh that has definitely happened to me. I was in Walmart a couple months ago to get body wash (excuse me - "MAN SOAP") for my sweetie and I must smell it first. So I was going along just fine until, yep, one splattered on my face and my shirt. Lovely. So I had to scrape as much as I could on a spare tissue in my purse and just hope the spot wasn't noticible. And I got to smell like some God awful musk-like fragrance for the rest of the day.

[philippines flower shop]

Thanks for guiding me through this. Rarely do I find good entries that would walk me through. Great post.

zaijan