Baby Oh- Oh- Oil

I can be very dumb. Hard to believe, I know, but it’s true!

I was visiting my friend for her Halloween party last year, and we always get to talking about our school days whenever we see each other. She reminded me of something I think I will never live down…

I shared a bathroom with my older sister when I was growing up. Of course, this naturally means that the bathroom was always full of bottles of various potions and concoctions that only teenage girls can accumulate to such a vast degree. I was taking a shower one evening, and started washing my hair. I did the usual blind groping for the shampoo bottle and managed to find the right one. When I had rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, my hand reached out for what I thought was a bottle of conditioner. I squirted out a dollop of it onto my hand and put it in my hair. Almost immediately I thought the texture was all wrong. I blinked several times to get the water out of my eyes so I could look at the bottle.

Oh crap, I thought. It’s Johnson’s Baby Oil!

I frantically tried to wash the oily mess out of my hair; I was rinsing and rinsing and rinsing until all the hot water was gone. This of course prompted a rant from my very pissed off sister for not leaving her any hot water, but she couldn’t resist laughing at my still slick oiled hair.

Needless to say I went to school the next day in a very foul mood. My friend that I was visiting last year said that she would never get the picture out of her head of me storming into Art class that morning looking like I had combed a vat of butter through my hair, ranting about the woes of Herbal Essences bottles feeling too similar to Johnson’s Baby Oil.