On the way home from dinner last night, we stopped by the Rite Aid because we were out of shampoo.
In fact, we probably have enough shampoo in the house to last us three years. I have three brands of shampoo in my shower right now. Kim must have 4 times that many in her bathroom. And I won’t even get into the creams, balms, and conditioners we have lining the bathtub.
Yet whenever I use her shower I end up lathering a product into my hair that reacts like Liquid Plumber eating away at a hairball. What starts out as a light tingle on my scalp turns into a full blown inferno. Kim tells me these products strip the chemicals and residue out of my hair although it feels more like 500 red ants biting my scalp in unison.
If I look around long enough I’ll stumble upon a shampoo made for kids. Having clean, manageable hair that smells like bubble gum or root beer all day is a small price to pay.