Norman was standing in the checkout line at the grocery store when out of the corner of his eye he noticed a bright, yellow, starburst-shaped sign.
SALE
ANTI-BACTERIAL HAND SOAP
ONLY ¢79
Wow, that's a pretty good deal, Norman thought. You can never have too much soap. Norman didn't think twice about tossing a one of the dispenser bottles into his shopping cart.
When Norman arrived home, Norman followed him to the kitchen, where Norman unpacked the groceries. Norman hopped up on the counter and poked his head into one of the bags.
"No no, Norman, cold things first. You know that."
Norman put the milk and eggs into the refrigerator and then reached into the second bag, pulling out the toothpaste, the box of Raisin Bran, and––oh yes, the soap!
"I nearly forgot about it," Norman explained to Norman. Norman went into the bathroom to put the soap away. But where would he put it? Not on the counter; there's already a bottle there that's still half full. Not in the cabinet; there's not enough room. Not on the floor; what are we, barbarians? Norman chuckled at his own silliness. He craned his head backwards and shouted out the bathroom door, grinning:
"What are we, Norman, barbarians?"
Norman and Norman are decidedly not barbarians. So, having no place to put it, Norman stopped by the grocery store on his way home from work the next day and returned the bottle of soap.
Submitted August 15, 2015 at 03:38PM by Mikey_Jarrell http://ift.tt/1PrbIvS lifeofnorman
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