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.