I always wondered what the “Beyond” meant in Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Now I know. It’s for the consumer like me who uses non-personal products for personal use. It happened last Sunday as I prepared myself to attend a funeral visitation. After a quick shower, I applied face cream given to me by a dermatologist. I threw on my clothes, and headed for the home. On the way, I kept smelling the scent of a suntan product. But I had showered and was clean from head to toe. I couldn’t imagine why I smelled like sunscreen. Then I remembered the face cream was infused with 60 SPF. 60 SPF at 5:30 p.m. is an oxymoron to me. I had no idea it would smell so strong. I could not go through the family line this way. I was horrified that they would think I was so lazy, I would have gone from pool to parlor. I parked and searched my purse for an antidote. The only thing I could come up with was a purse-size spray of room freshener from Bed, Bath, and Beyond. French Vanilla. Room freshener? I threw it back into the purse, but then dug it out again. I had no other options. Better to smell like an ice cream cone than a sun goddess. I sprayed it on my neck – both sides – and on my wrists, the same as perfume and headed to greet the family. I felt I had reached a new low? Or a new high – for resourcefulness. Or, as we say in the laughter biz…a new “ha!” Would you like sprinkles on your cone?
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