Shampoo gate

Over the course of her first week here the following things happened regarding shampoo. I should say that before she arrived, T and I prepared the guest bathroom and put shampoo in it (like a hotel) so she would have what she needed.

I need my shampoo

Is S going to the house today? He has to get my shampoo

When is S going back to the house?

I still don’t have my shampoo.

She was oblivious that I was also going to her house every day to open or close the windows in an attempt to air out the fire smoke. Finally I said “I’m going to the store; what kind of shampoo do you like?”

Oh, its very expensive. You won’t be able to find it.

Shut down. She was like a motion activating puppy asking about shampoo every time I walked by her until I offered to buy her new shampoo. The next day I was going to the house to meet with a contractor so she asked if she could come along.

I have to pick up my shampoo.

The meeting was quick (apparently he just had to confirm the damage exceeded the deductible) and so I was ready to go. “Did you get what you needed?” “Did you get your shampoo?”

Yes. I have my shampoo

She didn’t. The next day it started again

I don’t have my shampoo. I thought I grabbed it but I didn’t.

When can we go back

Can S go get it?

Yes, actually. S was also sick of hearing about the shampoo so he went to her house and, not wanting to be wrong, gathered AAAALLLLL the bottles that were in her shower. Seconds after he got home she started in.

S! Did you get the shampoo??

He walked into the living room and dumped the entire bag at her feet. She was irritated.

No No No!!! Not these!

These aren’t the ones.

Where did you get these?

And. I. Lost it.

The next day she was on a mission to go the store and buy the super expensive shampoo she uses.

She came home with Suave. SUAVE.