At Wal*Mart, which apparently has kicked the “*” to the curb, I today find myself in the shampoo aisle with my dad. Choices. So many choices. Shampoo and conditioner cohabitating. Ocean minerals. Fruity flavors. In the midst of just trying to find a no-frills bottle of shampoo, my dad, his frustration level rising, mentions that he doesn’t want a big bottle. A pause. I snicker. He clarifies: It won’t fit on the ledge in the shower.
Too bad. I think we’re stuck with citrus breeze for a good, long time. At least our scalps will have lemon fresh protection.
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When I come back into the States, I get so overwhelmed and confused by the choices at grocery stores. Not buying laundry soap too often, even 9 months after getting back last time I had to call my sister-in-law to ask her which soap to buy, because I couldn't remember how to choose. But two weeks ago in Yemen I was astonished at a giant grocery store in Sana'a, much like Marjan, but piled high with everything and narrow aisles, and it was also too overwhelming.
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