Time machine
Whenever I buy something at Costco, it is a pleasant reminder that there is so much left to do. "This product will see me through a lot of changes," I think solemnly.That is how I felt when I bought a 40-oz. bottle of Kirkland Signature Shampoo recently, which I began using today. How long will it last me? I can guarantee that the Fetus to Be Named Later will have arrived by the time the last coconut/petroleum squirt has been dispensed from the bottle's black pump nozzle.
It is not lost on me that that is also the way babies are born.
As Tot #2 will transform from an inboard to an outboard, magma to lava neonate, so too does each depression of the shampoo pump bring forth something heretofore only supposed, hinted at.
The world around the bottle of Kirkland Signature Shampoo will change, and so will I. I may cut my hair or grow my beard. The amount of shampoo I use daily could change, too. Luckily, the convenient pump dispenser is well-suited to potential changes in my mane's needs.
It pleases me to know that this weapons-grade bottle of hair product is proof of the existence of Time, and undeniable evidence that I control my own mortality.
Previously: Costco 1975; Walt Churro
Labels: abstractions, commerce
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by Marty Barrett at Thursday, July 19, 2007
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