Deodorant and CVS

Or the story of when a loudspeaker is not your friend

Yesterday I went to pick up deodorant at my local CVS which has recently gotten all fancy. They even have a care concierge now. I told you, fancy.

After only mild wandering, I finally found the deodorant aisle. To my dismay, I learned that they now lock up the deodorants. Ah, this is a new development. So I took my time to evaluate each one because there are a million of them. I swear there was lavender scented, fresh linen scented, sports superpower (that one had the silhouette of a girl exercising. As someone who was always mediocre at sports, maybe I should have used that one growing up.)

Going back to the present day, however, I settled on the stress relief one. I’m happy with my decision however there are no sales associates around and as much fun as breaking the glass to grab a $10.00 deodorant would be, I didn’t have it on my list of things to do yesterday.

At this point, as I’m waiting and looking anxiously around thinking that the sweat relief deodorant would have been beneficial, I notice a little button that says “customer service.” Okay, we are getting somewhere now Erin. I press it, thinking maybe it will send some quiet signal to the front and someone will come to rescue me from the deodorant purgatory I am presently suffering from.

Ah no, that would have been too easy and discreet. The little button was connected to the loudspeaker so the soft rock pop song that the store is listening to was interrupted by…