When being thrifty throws you into the wayback machine
So I was at Target the other day, picking up many items on my household list.
You know, toilet paper, dish soap, etc.
On my list was a need for some new razors. You know, the weather is warming up a bit, might need to take a weed whacker to the ol’ winter legs…
TMI, I know.
So anyhow…razors are expensive! Dang expensive. So being a child of depression era parents, I did what any overly fiscally conservative girl would do.
I grabbed a pack of razors from the clearance bin.
Hey, they are Schick Xtreme 3! That’s a good brand!
So tonight, I decided to take a long soak in a bath after a chilly rainy day, and I broke out one of my new razors to get some smooth skin happenin’.
Suddenly, my bathroom smells like Louie’s Backyard on South Padre Island at the high tide of Spring Break.
You know, that odd chemically tropical combination of Malibu spiced rum and way too much Hawaiian Tropic tanning oil?
Yeah.
That’s weird.
Why does my bathroom smell like that?
Turns out the clearance rack razors come with “Scented Handles by Hawaiian Tropic”.
Ew.
Apparently I’m not the only one that thinks a scented handle on my razor is weird. Hence the very deep discount in the clearance bin. Schick’s weird marketing idea is my gain!
With three, count them, three blades, my legs are super smooth.
Spotty memories are but a small down payment on the steep price of beauty.
