Today at church, I met my old pastor, Mark Nysewander. He used to pastor the church in Kentucky where I went to college, but then he moved away. Last year he moved down here to Georgia to help Tom Tanner with his church. It was good to see him, and to hear him preach. It’s always a pleasure to see a familiar face, and hear a familiar voice, especially one you know you can trust. I also met a couple that led a cell group for the church on Thursdays. Their group is made up of twentysomething singles, so hopefully, I’ll fit right in and make some friends. I got directions to their house, so come Thursday, I’ll meet everyone and find out what it’s like. I’m looking forward to it!
Today is the promised shampoo rant. Friday I went out to buy some of my favorite shampoo, White Rain, but couldn’t find any. I’ve had a hard time trying to find them lately. Every store seems to carry their hair spray, but few seem to have their shampoo. I finally found a couple of bottles at a Kroger. They were both labeled, “Extra Body.” The last thing I need is extra body in my hair – it’s so wavy as it is, it’s all I can do to gel it into place. So, since I was down to the last portion of my travel-size bottle of White Rain, I realized I must, unfortunately, do the difficult – select a new brand of shampoo.
I knew I didn’t want “extra body.” And I didn’t need “dandruff control.” Nor did my hair need to be shiny, glossy, or peach-scented. And I certainly didn’t need aloe, lanolin, or any one of a dozen other exotic “natural” plants scrubbed into my scalp. A 2-in-1 shampoo + conditioner would be 50% wasted on me, since I have no need of conditioner. All I needed was to get my hair clean, thank you very much. Unfortunately, I could not find one single bottle labeled “original,” “normal,” “classic,” or anything of the sort. I ransacked shelf after shelf, rooting around behind bottles, hoping against hope that one of the early, now-obsolete “normal” bottles was hiding in the back, slouched down with her hat pulled low, like some overpartied freshman in an eight o’clock class.
Alas, it was not to be. I stared upon them – row upon row, a veritable army of the most relentlessly pastel-colored lotions I had ever faced. I swallowed hard, and contemplated my fate. Surely the End was near. With a sinking heart, I waved the white flag, approached a shelf of bottles with names – names having too many sibiliants, vowels, and liquids – and surrendered myself.
Eventually, I settled on Suave For Men Deep Cleansing. (Clean was the main reason I wanted shampoo, after all.) It was the closest I could get to “normal,” and the jet-black bottle loudly proclaimed that I was Not Being Girly.
And the aroma meshes well with my aftershave, if I do say so myself.
Today is the promised shampoo rant. Friday I went out to buy some of my favorite shampoo, White Rain, but couldn’t find any. I’ve had a hard time trying to find them lately. Every store seems to carry their hair spray, but few seem to have their shampoo. I finally found a couple of bottles at a Kroger. They were both labeled, “Extra Body.” The last thing I need is extra body in my hair – it’s so wavy as it is, it’s all I can do to gel it into place. So, since I was down to the last portion of my travel-size bottle of White Rain, I realized I must, unfortunately, do the difficult – select a new brand of shampoo.
I knew I didn’t want “extra body.” And I didn’t need “dandruff control.” Nor did my hair need to be shiny, glossy, or peach-scented. And I certainly didn’t need aloe, lanolin, or any one of a dozen other exotic “natural” plants scrubbed into my scalp. A 2-in-1 shampoo + conditioner would be 50% wasted on me, since I have no need of conditioner. All I needed was to get my hair clean, thank you very much. Unfortunately, I could not find one single bottle labeled “original,” “normal,” “classic,” or anything of the sort. I ransacked shelf after shelf, rooting around behind bottles, hoping against hope that one of the early, now-obsolete “normal” bottles was hiding in the back, slouched down with her hat pulled low, like some overpartied freshman in an eight o’clock class.
Alas, it was not to be. I stared upon them – row upon row, a veritable army of the most relentlessly pastel-colored lotions I had ever faced. I swallowed hard, and contemplated my fate. Surely the End was near. With a sinking heart, I waved the white flag, approached a shelf of bottles with names – names having too many sibiliants, vowels, and liquids – and surrendered myself.
Eventually, I settled on Suave For Men Deep Cleansing. (Clean was the main reason I wanted shampoo, after all.) It was the closest I could get to “normal,” and the jet-black bottle loudly proclaimed that I was Not Being Girly.
And the aroma meshes well with my aftershave, if I do say so myself.
posted by Mark at 1/11/2004 11:39:00 PM
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