As we drove to the airport, I had that niggling feeling that I’d forgotten something but couldn’t figure out what it was until we were sitting on the plane: my deodorant! Well Kent travels with his own toiletries so I knew I could just use his, although he uses Tom’s and I didn’t care for Tom’s all that much.
Well my opinion has now been amended to intense dislike, so intense that I would be better off not using anything than resorting to Tom’s. Yuuuuuuuuuuuck. Not only does it feel slimy going on, it irritated the heck out of my skin and made me smell bad/weird. Look, after all these years on the planet and after all the sweaty runs I’ve done, I know what my sweat smells/stinks like and this wasn’t it. I would catch a sniff and think a stranger was getting way into my personal space only to realize, no – that’s me.
It took a couple of days to get the lingering aftereffects of that nastiness removed from my pits, but all is right again in my personal grooming world.
First world problems, I know.