Some years ago I was shopping with my mom, picking up a few needed items. Who would think that shopping for such essentials could be such an arduous task? (This actually happened quite a while ago so I thought I better commit it to writing lest I forget how funny I am.)
Mom needed shampoo. The two of us were perusing the haircare aisle in our favorite store that starts with a “W”. I found the brand that she was looking for and grabbed 2 bottles of the shampoo and put them in the shopping cart.
Later that day she decides to wash her hair with the new shampoo. She said that when she added the “shampoo” she wasn’t getting any lather. No suds. No bubbles. She added more. Nothing.
She didn’t say anything to me until she came out of the bathroom and and then she said,
“There’s something wrong with that shampoo Lori. It doesn’t suds up and my hair feels all greasy. I tried both bottles. That stuff is terrible.”
“That’s weird, I’ve used it before and I really like it. Let me see it”, I replied.
What an idiot! Some how I had grabbed 2 bottles of conditioner. Marked clearly on the bottle…C.O.N.D.I.T.I.O.N.E.R.
Now my poor mother is sporting the limpest hair known in the coiffure world . My mom’s hair is fine and thin so you can imagine how bodiless her crown was after washing her hair with conditioner, repeatedly.
“I’m so sorry! I looked at the bottles I swear!
So another trip to the “W” store to return the conditioner and replace it with shampoo.
Here’s the picture:
Two women in the haircare aisle. One with a cane for the blind and hair straight as a stick. The other picking up a bottle of shampoo and reciting the word slowly like this….”SSShhhaaammmppppooooo” (I wanted to make sure not to make the same mistake twice!)
People walking past probably felt great pity for the blind woman and her retarded daughter. Mom and I still laugh uncontrollably when we recall how we must have looked.
I think it took about 3 days worth of shampooing to get all that conditioner out of her hair.