God bless the women in this Nation. Without them our economy would resemble the Soviet Union's economy just before their collapse.
I stayed at my Mother's place a couple of days this week to give her some assistance. I went to take a shower in the spare bathroom.
First I had to fumble around looking for a decent towel to use. The ones in the drawer had some kind of satin border all around them. Not something you really want to wipe your @ss with. (And expect to live.)
I took one of them to my Mother and asked her if she had an "every day" towel that I could use instead of the fancy guest towels. She obliged.
Then i was looking over the many soap and shampoo options that were available. I just had to laugh. Not only was there shampoo, creme rise and the old regular bar of soap, there was also "Cucumber Melon Rejuvenation Body Wash". Infused with cucumber and melon extracts!
Now keep in mind this is the guest bathroom. There is not a woman (American woman) over the age of 14 that doesn't already have AND TRAVEL with her own stuff. IF there is a mo0ther and 2 daughters, that means 3 different flavors of body wash PLUS shampoo PLUS creme rinse PLUS whatever the hell else they can think to drag along with them.
I just couldn't help but think, "This is what our great nation was founded upon. Cucumber Melon Rejuvenating Body Wash." (Infused with cucumber melon extracts).
Can you imagine George Washington at Valley Forge telling the soldiers, "Men, we are still short on food, ammunition and clothing, but don't worry we got another shipment of Cucumber Melon Rejuvenating Body Wash today. Lewis asking Clark, "Did you remember to pack the Cucumber Melon Rejuvenating Body Wash?" Or the grunts in their hut on a FOB near Kandahar, "Dude, did you use the last of the Cucumber Melon Rejuvenating Body Wash? You know the infused cucumber melon extracts invigorate my skin."
If it were left up to the men of this country, our economy would crumble. Henry Ford once said, "You can have any color of car you want, as lo0ng as it is black." After 10 years or so I am certain it was Mrs Ford who kicked him in the butt and told him to offer some additional colors.
I picked up the bottle and opened the cap. It smelled like a salad. I reached over and grabbed the bar of soap.