Today we were driving along a road near the house--not a horrendously busy road, but it does see its share of traffic. As we were traveling down this road, we came upon a small pack of teenage boys on skateboards. Now, this road we were traveling on didn't have much in the way of sidewalks, seeing as rows of sycamore trees were pretty much occupying the area where a sidewalk would be. In fact, it was pretty much a non-car-or-bike-friendly road. So what was the logical thing for these boys to do? Skateboard in the middle of the friggin' road, of course! Not only that, but they were doing their Joe Cool skateboard impression in the opposite lane--yet going in the same direction of us. So they were skateboarding in the middle of oncoming traffic, with no real escape routes. Yeah. You're cool, guys.
I guess the god-this-is-really-stupid protrusion of the common sense center of their collective brains hasn't fully developed yet. Alternatively, if they're not careful, they're going to be bucking to be the poster boys for Darwinism at work.
On a different note, I was feeling particularly hormonal and grouchy today, so I decided a good cure (since there was no chocolate to be had) would be to go to some of the bath shops at the mall. After all, I was thinking about stocking up on soap, and nice smelling things might help me to not be quite so arrrg-ish. It turned out to be a bad idea. For one, I was not in the mood to interact with people, so of course this prompted salespeople to gravitate towards me--seriously, if I need your help, I'll come find you. Don't worry! Second, while walking into one of the stores I was hit with a deliciously lovely whiff of what smelled like cinnamon and pumpkin. Mmm. Now that could be worth buying soap, even bath bubbly stuff of. Now that in and of itself wasn't bad. The fact that I decided to try and discern the sourse of this lovely scent was. Since they had a fall display out, I thought maybe I would find it there. Exploring it, I found something that appeared to be pumpkin-pie scented.
They had a sample bottle out for it, so I tried the tried and true method of open-the-bottle-and-sniff. This, bizarrely, didn't quite give me an indication of what it smelled like. So, I decided the next best thing would be to put the lotion on and see. So I squirted some on my hands, rubbed, and, well, all I have to say is: ew. It had the greasy consistency of butter that's been sitting out for way too long, and smelled the same too. I tried to wash it off and put on one of the more inoffensive lotions, but I can still smell the rancid butter smell on my hand, even several hours later. Maybe I needed to shake it or something, but I was turned off by the whole experience.
In retrospect, it might've been a good idea to try getting an idea of some of the other scents on the fall display before moving onto the actual sampling part, but ah well. Live and learn.