It’s the beginning of a new semester at Harding University. But with the starting of the year, comes certain tasks which must be carried out in order to properly prepare for the trials to come. One such task, is the stocking of supplies which is needed to take care of one’s body. Accepting such a mission, I ventured to the one place I knew would carry all my needs in a general location, commonly nicknamed “the Happiest Place on Earth”–Wally World.
And so, I entered my trusted silver steed and drove to my target, making sure to pick a parking spot in the back, so I would easily be able to locate my vehicle in my return (relieving my mind of the burden of having to remember such a weighty thing).
I strolled in casually, in a cool swag as I strode to the bath and body work section of the store–who sells practically everything, even kitchen sinks. I felt like a man as I picked out a new razor with some shaving cream and aftershave to go with it. I even picked up some beard balm, to take care of the sign of masculinity growing upon my face. I was feeling good . . . until I picked up one more item. Continue reading