| March
16, 2003
writer's
stink
My Sure
deodorant no longer affords protection from wetness and odor. My
armpits teem with odor-causing bacteria which, presumably, use no deodorant
themselves. I wonder why they bump one another so frequently.
I try
to buy a deodorant strong enough for a man, but made for a woman.
The checkout clerk with cat-eye glasses cards me and confirms my maleness.
The vest-wearing manager orders my return to the hygiene aisle for a lawful
selection. I choose a roll-on strong enough for a man, but made for
a eunuch. The checkout lady winks and rings me up. |