Shampoo

It’s a simple thing … I need to have clean hair. Otherwise my scalp is burning up and I look like hell.

I’ve used Herbal Essences shampoo for years. The choice of brand has become automatic for me in the grocery store. I venture down that aisle every six weeks of so, in search of a new colour. My recent choices have been blue, green and a purply red.

Up until a few days ago, I was saying hi to “Hello Hydration” every morning. Thick, bluey goop that my hair has enjoyed. But the dregs appeared, and then there was none. Happily I’d planned ahead and “Color Me Happy” was residing in my bathroom cupboard.

A dollop on the palm, the palm raised to the head, and my locks were squishy with novel goodness. The red was bright and the scent was fruity. My eyes opened wide. New! Brand spanking new! My nostrils palpitated with the excitement of it all.

Today is three days later. The scent filling my exterior head is still fresh, but I’m tempted to add the word “muted”. The thrill is gone. The “O my God!” moment is no more.

You might be curious about why I’ve waxed poetic about shampoo. Do I have stock in Herbal Essences? Do I believe the social media axiom “Just say anything about your day – boring or not”? No to both.

There must be some method to my madness …

Perhaps:

How come we don’t see our loved ones freshly every day?
How come we say “Oh yeah, I know what (Joe, Mary, Sayid …) is like”?
How come we’re asleep?

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