Friday shave...too tired last night, so early AM quickie with a 1940's vintage Schick Injector. Trying to wake up...hey, there's the Pinaud Clubman.
Whooomf! I'm awake. I back it up with some Bigelow Bay Rum cologne and, just as I'm heading out the door, I decide to take the small bottle of Clubman with me, so I can hit it again before I meet the wife for dinner after work (the kids are gone for the night).
In the parking lot of the restaurant, I slap on some more of that Pinaud stuff. Hell, it's talk like a pirate day tomorrow, so I splash on some extra.
No reaction from the wife. I'm slightly disappointed. We get seated at this very casual place, and order. When my burrito verde arrives, the waitress, who has so far been efficient but detached, reaches past me to put the plate on the table, pauses, lights up like a Christmas tree, and tells me I smell good. Awkward split second, a smile and a thank you, and I catch my wife rolling her eyes, but in a nice way. She suggests that I remind the young waitress of her dad or granddad.
I'll take that.
Whooomf! I'm awake. I back it up with some Bigelow Bay Rum cologne and, just as I'm heading out the door, I decide to take the small bottle of Clubman with me, so I can hit it again before I meet the wife for dinner after work (the kids are gone for the night).
In the parking lot of the restaurant, I slap on some more of that Pinaud stuff. Hell, it's talk like a pirate day tomorrow, so I splash on some extra.
No reaction from the wife. I'm slightly disappointed. We get seated at this very casual place, and order. When my burrito verde arrives, the waitress, who has so far been efficient but detached, reaches past me to put the plate on the table, pauses, lights up like a Christmas tree, and tells me I smell good. Awkward split second, a smile and a thank you, and I catch my wife rolling her eyes, but in a nice way. She suggests that I remind the young waitress of her dad or granddad.
I'll take that.
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