The hand soap was running out here at home, so I pulled out a handwash I had in reserve and used that instead.
Oh boy.
The scent has a vanilla aroma. I am sitting at my laptop sniffing my palms like a madman because it's taking me back.
For some peculiar reason (please ignore that I wrote something even more peculiar in the previous sentence regarding sniffing my palms!), the whiff reminds me of either the Super Bowl or WrestleMania.
It could remind me of both.
That's because the scent reminds me of...
...those little dip pots of vanilla you get from Domino's Pizza to dunk cinnamon sticks into.
I rarely buy pizzas from Domino's. When I do, it's for the big occasions like a Super Bowl or WrestleMania, so that's why this handwash is affecting me in such a way right now.
I suppose it could be worse.
At least my hands don't smell like other dips I enjoy from pizza establishments. Such as the sour cream and chive starter dip from Pizza Hut or the magnificent special garlic sauce from Papa John's.
I'd actually bathe in the latter.
And there I was thinking sniffing my hands was the most peculiar thing I'd say or write today...
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