On TV a couple of weeks ago, I saw an ad for a free $5 coupon if you went online to the Olay skincare site. So right there were two things I could love: coupons and Olay. I’ve been using Olay since high school, way back when it was called Oil of Olay, before oil fell from grace in everything but your car and furnace.
I am nothing if not an avid consumer. Husband will be opening the mail and he’ll hold up an envelope from CVS addressed to me and say, “Look! It’s handwritten from the company president. He wants to know where you were this week.” And well he should if he’s doing his job.
On the Olay website, my eye was drawn to a testimonial from a woman who wrote: “After one week of using Olay Definity, my friends asked me what I was doing differently for my skin. My husband even told me I looked luminous!” I was in my car before Windows shut down.
I’ve written in this space here and here about my frustration with discontinued products I’ve come to rely on for my natural look so I predict right now that Olay Definity will be off the shelves before you can try it. In fact, the CVS saleslady attempted to steer me toward the new Regenerist line so she must already know something, but the testimonial was for Definity so I went ahead and charged the foaming moisturizer and illuminating eye treatment.
I waited almost a week and then one evening when Husband came through the door after a long day, I greeted him with, “Hi sweetie! I hope you had a good day at work. Do I look luminous?” He stared at me confused, like he usually does when I’m ridiculous, and said, “Oh, yes. Absolutely. What?” Then he walked by me to the bathroom.
Husband is a great sport and I have certainly tested his limits. One winter several years ago, we were visiting Silverton, Colorado on vacation. Silverton is an extremely picturesque small town in Southwest Colorado. The nearest real city is over the San Juan Mountains to Durango at the other end of the Durango Silverton Railroad line. Silverton has two main streets, both restored to their old west flavor of the 1800’s. And like it no doubt was in the 19th century, everything but the bars shut down at dark.
It so happened after dinner one evening, I noticed I was in need of a drugstore remedy known as Monistat. I don’t want to upset my male readers, so I’ll just say that this is a product used to treat a specific feminine irritation. If you’re a woman you know what I’m talking about, and if you’re a guy, that’s all you need to know without your ‘blechhh’ reflex kicking in.
I confided my situation to our waitress who advised me to get to the only drugstore in town before they closed. If we missed it, the nearest pharmacy was in Durango, 75 miles away over snow-covered, winding mountain roads. We hurried along one of the two streets to Silverton Drugs on the outskirts of town. We arrived just before they locked the door.
Inside the tiny store, there were exactly two packages of Monistat on the shelf. I looked at Husband shocked and said, “Can you believe this? $25.99? This is $15 at CVS.” He looked back at me and said, “Are you kidding? These are the only two in an 80-mile radius. I say we buy both and leave a note on the shelf with our hotel address. If anyone wants the other one, it’ll cost them $40.”
In the end we only bought the one, and when we left the store, they locked up. Out on the street, Husband said, “Do you know how lucky you are we got here in time?” I said, “Me? You’re the one who’d be driving 75 miles over the mountain. I couldn’t sit that long in this condition.” And I’m sure when I said it I was totally luminous.
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