Last week found me in Miami Beach for a couple of days. Fortunately my wife came along for the trip.
While shopping in South Beach one afternoon, the Irish Redhead found herself presented with a tall, willowy Russian model selling men's fragrances in a department store. Not looking for cologne for me, but not wanting to be rude, the IR listened to explanations of various elixirs for men, perfect for Valentine's Day.
Trying to disengage, my wife finally said "you know, my husband likes really old formulations of cologne made by this company that goes back to George Washington's time...he really wouldn't like any of these new scents."
A thoughtful pause while the young salesgirl tried to think of how to save the opportunity. Then...
"OH my GOD! I know what you mean! He likes colognes like Polo or Aramis?"
My wife said it was all she could do not to howl with glee. Poor George. Poor
Caswell-Massey. Only dating back to the 1970s.
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