I just bought the biggest bag of Halls cough drops I’ve ever seen. I could barely carry it out of Costco, I had to heave it over my shoulder like garden soil or dog food. I dumped about four hundred into the center console of my car; I’m driving my granddaughter to Disneyland tomorrow and I think it’s safe to say that she’ll never be able to seperate her toddler memories of me from the lingering scent of menthol.
Many years from now she’ll ask her mom, “Erin? Was Erin the one who always smelled like she set a eucalyptus forest on fire?”
And her mom will nod gravely.
And I’ll be all, “The fuck do you mean, ‘was Erin the one?’, I’m sitting right here, I’m 43 years old.” And then I’ll throw a balled-up Halls wrapper at her. Just for emphasis.
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