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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Bove


Chinese people don't wear deodorant.

Which means a few things:  the scent of a crowded subway should never be made into a candle; and if you go through your deodorant ration in China, you're in a ripe situation.

I was in that situation a few weeks ago.

 I felt the plastic edge scrape my pit during application and thought, "Alas, the sun has set and the stench of night has dawned."

I was in Hangzhou when this happened. Hangzhou (a blend of Door County and New York) is a small city of 11 million in southern China where my sister Hannah teaches and lives. Thankfully she had a stash of Dove under the sink.

I borrowed a stick that I don't plan on returning.

I smelled like bove (b.o. + Dove) for a week until my generous roommate Mike loaned me a stick of Old Spice.

I'm renting with an option to buy.

Micah 米佳

1 comment:

  1. AnonymousMay 15, 2013 at 1:28 AM

    "Hello ladies. Look to your man, now back to me, now back to your man, now back at me...I'm on a horse."

    (Now +45 million views strong on Youtube.)

    --Not the sister.

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