The phone rings 5 minutes after I walk in. I advertised a really nice bed in our local trade magazine;cheap @ $50. lady comes over to see it. She asks me at least 3 times how old, what brand, why am I selling ,will I take $20. I hold out for $50- I ONLY had 2 more calls while she did a MINUTE examination for bedbugs. She buys it. Then she announces she needs help loading it. So I carry the thing out to- the biggest SUV/Panzer I've ever seen. And there was NO sport trying to squeeze a queensized pillowtop ,box and frame into the non existent utility.
So now I'm sweating, in pain and trying to decide which of several pressing priorities to use the $50 on. I shower and decided to shave ( it was a quick single pass this morning.) I reach under the sink for my gallon of distilled water. I hear a clink. I look down and pull out a forgotten, seemingly empty bottle of Woods of Windsor. The original formulae. There is a goodly sized splash remaining. I do a 4 pass shave. I use the final experience of that once worthy product.I've been out of AS and cologne for 3 months.
I walk out and change my priorities. So my socks have holes in the toes and my shirt cuffs are frayed. I'm buying some Alt Innsbruk from Phil.
