Deb is at her Mom’s with the kids tonight. So I actually get to lay in bed and write. I gotta say it’s pretty damn cold tonight. minus 10 (celsius) here. Coldest this winter. It’s pretty damn cozy here with the Macbook, covers and pillows though.
On my way home from work today I needed to pick up a few things from the grocery store. I usually stop at the one near home because I can avoid crowds and slowness caused by crowds. The one in town is called Spar. Since it is the 
only grocery store in a very small country town we all recognize each other. No big talk from me, usually, but enough small talk warrant a “See you later.” exit.
At the checkout was as a girl whom I had seen many times. I would guess she is about 17 and finishing school. She said hi and I said hi and that was it. But then I smelled it.
Now, let me be clear about this. I am not one to notice details about people. Things that do gain my attention are boogers sticking out of the nose, old food sitting on a lip and the occasional urine smell from someone who hasn’t changed it in awhile. When it comes to sizes of noses, eye color, clothing, fashion and generally anything else external on a person… I don’t notice. But this girl had on a perfume that was extremely pleasant. It wasn’t too strong, nor too weak smelling. It was really quite… pleasant. So, knowing Norwegians tendency to take things quite easily and at face value, I decide to ask her what the name of the perfume was. I mean, why not? Sure she’s half my age. But who cares? I am not hitting on her. I’m just making polite conversation. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get it for Deb and I can smell it everyday.
So I ask her. And she looks at it me for a moment, possibly trying to figure out my fucked-up Norwegian attempt, and then says, “Lolita.” I bust a gut right there. I thought she was kidding at first.. . Girl says Lolita . She didn’t even crack a smile and began taking care of the next customer. I just couldn’t stop laughing. ” I pictured the commercial almost immediately “Lolita, perfume for young impressionable girls, from Estee Lauder.” I treasure these private moments.
I mean, who comes up with these names anyway? Obsession, recession, whatever. I can picture some single guy out on a first date, really hitting it off with the girl:
Guy: So what is that great perfume your wearing?
Girl: Oh! You like it? I just got it last week.
Guy: It’s fantastic. It really connects with me. I feel almost like it has physically passed into me. What is it?
Girl: It’s Chlamydia from Calvin Klein.
Guy: Check please!