It started and ended in the shower. I did the usual. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

But added another R. Read. I read the bottle of shampoo. It turns our shampoos tell stories now. I was used to stories about food. Oatmeal Cookies called “This Cookie Saves the World.” etc, is something we are now going to see more and more of out our favorite cafes and groceries stores and television.

But this shampoo was created by an old man (old now and dead now–he was born in 1918). I assume someone else is telling his story–oh right: it’s his nephew. The shampoo was built-up over time with discovery of new blends and herbs and spices. Not longer a secret blend, just all out in the open for a naked middle-aged man to read while he wastes water standing there, just reading. This shampoo didn’t just leave hair clean and sparkly. You could use it on your body, on dishes, on pet, windows, cuts, bruises and in some rare cases, divorce. It’s hard to read the whole story when you’re wet in the shower.It turns our there’s a book. A novelization of the shampoo, written by you-guessed-it, the nephew. A series, actually.  A movie might be coming out.

In the meantime, I bought the book on Amazon. Turns out the story is pretty sad. The Old Man who made the story turned out to be racist and the nephew has to expose him. But it a novel–so it’s fiction. But it does have me wondering, whenever I wash my hair of what-all I’m dealing with.

Products I buy have stories and that’s just all there is too it.