By Diane Ako
Husband asked me to buy him shampoo since I was at the mall. I popped into my salon and told the salesgirl I needed "shampoo for haole hair" - thin, fine hair.
She recommended Pureology, so I bought it. I use that brand and I like it, so why not? I can't even remember if she handed it to me or I picked it off the shelf, but I brought it home and put it in Claus' bathroom.
As he tells it, he was in the shower that night and noticed the price sticker on the bottle. He thought it said $29.50 but he thought he was seeing things. "I had to get out of the shower and put my glasses on to reread it," he said. It did say $29.50.
"Did you just pay that salesgirl's car payment for the month? What is it made of, gold?" he said, exasperated. "In my entire life, all the shampoo I've bought myself adds up to $29.50, and then there's this bottle."
"But? You don't like it?" I asked sheepishly. "You should just try it a little and see if you like it?" I should mention here that, as a housewife, I now spend all his money.
"Oh, I would try that shampoo... if it was shampoo. The other thing I noticed when I read the bottle is that it's CONDITIONER. FOR COLOR TREATED HAIR. What happened to 'for haole hair'? What am I going to do with this now?" quizzed Husband.
"I'll take it," I offered. "Want me to go get you a new bottle?"
You can guess what he answered.