Lately, I’ve been hankering for the simple, down home comfort of a hot water bottle. Oh, I may seem rugged and fearless, but winter depresses the ho ho ho out of me. The chapped skin, the sky-high utility bills, the myriad downsides of the holiday season… Humbug! Anything warm and nostalgic is greatly welcome.
So when Mr. Jaunty trekked to Walgreens on Sunday, I came along to scope out hot water bottles. I wanted something decent-looking, sturdy, and affordable. I smiled to myself when I remembered Bertie Wooster stabbing his rival’s hot water bottle in the night.
Walgreens was short on Wooster elegance. This was all I found:
Behold the Walgreens Combination Douche, Enema, and Water Bottle System!
I couldn’t buy it. It looked alright, it was sturdy, and the price was reasonable, but… but…
“Rebekah“, said my practical side, “Pull yourself together, woman! So it’s geriatric AND scatological. Pitch the parts you don’t want. What’s the hangup?”
But it was too late. My squeamish side had already turned and fled. I couldn’t bring myself to pay for… uh… that thing.
Was I wrong to run for it? What would you have done?