azurelunatic | Tay-Tay vs. the Grapefruit Body Splash

During my first (disaster-ridden) attempt at college in 1998/9, someone left some "grapefruit body splash" in the exchange basket in the dorm bathroom. I picked it up. I wasn't absolutely in love with it, but it was all right. And I came home with it.

Now, I have a little sister. Biological and all that, rather than being one of the plethora of internet siblings I've picked up. Naturally, when she saw that I had a bottle of grapefruit body splash, she sniffed it. "Eww!" she said, and thrust the bottle from her. "That's disgusting!" Then she grabbed the bottle back and took a great big whiff of it. "Ewww!" she said again, making an even worse face and holding the bottle away from herself. *snifffff* "Eww!"

This went on for a while, until I eventually took the bottle from her.

Evidently it was some irresistible kind of unbelievably disgusting to her. She had to keep sniffing it to make sure that it was as disgusting as she thought it was, and kept finding that it was (and possibly worse), so bad that she could not believe it, and had to inhale again to make sure it was as bad as she thought...

A virtuous sibling would have then made sure that the grapefruit body splash was put away somewhere that she would never have to get into a cycle of sniffing again. Yes. That's exactly what a virtuous sibling would have done.

Every now and then, when I was feeling particularly wicked, I would pluck the bottle of grapefruit body splash from amongst my toiletries and thrust it, cap open, in my sister's face, setting off another round of compulsive sniffing and recoiling until I took the bottle away.

Ahh, good times.