Some years ago I had a roommate who taught me how to graze through a grocery store — we’d sample grapes, and nick some other stuff when no one was looking and pretty much by the time we got out of the store we weren’t hungry any more…and we hadn’t bought anything, nevermind the powdered sugar clinging to our chins. Those days are gone — today if you nick a grape they’ll slap your hiney in jail for shoplifting. Kinda takes the fun out of grocery shopping.
The other day I found something almost as much fun as grape-grabbing. I was wandering around Target when I came to the bath soap aisle. Suddenly a memory from way back when overtook me and I found myself picking up a package of Dial soap, ever so slightly peeling back the paper, and sniffing the soap. That’s right — I was sniffing the soap.
Have you taken a really good deep whiff of Dial soap lately? I don’t mean the fru-fru flowery lavender vanilla crap they’ve added to Dial, but the old-fashioned orange bars of soap that are the original Dial. Ay caramba – it smells wonderful! It is what clean should smell like, period.
In mid-sniff, I was approached by one of those red-shirted Target storm-troopers who politely asked me if I needed any help. I told her no, I was just fine, just checking out the soap. She actually suggested I might want to purchase the soap if I wanted to unwrap it. Huh – the nerve. So, I purchased the soap.
You know, when these silly elections are over and the winner is finally decided, some folks are gonna be upset because their candidate didn’t win. They will wish they had some Dial soap to fall back on. I’m serious. Forget the little “I voted today” stickers and start passing out trial samples of Dial. People will be alot happier.
You just can’t be angry when you smell like Dial soap.