Friday, August 20, 2004

Fragrant fortune.

I ran out of deoderant the other day. For the sake of family and friends, I went out to Target to buy myself a new stick.

Unfortunately, they were all out of my current favorite, Speedstick 24/7: Icy Surge, which has a fragrance I quite enjoy and denotes a mental picture of my highschool friend Sergio on a cold winter’s day. All they had left of my particular brand was the Cool Fusion scent. A whiff of it didn’t make me want to vomit, so I opted to shell out the two dollars and nine cents.

Later that night, after getting yelled at by my mom for still being unemployed, I was looking at my deodorant stick sitting on my desk when I noticed the little yellow sticker on the cap. “You Could Win A-Rod’s Road Trip.” Except for that little picture of a guy with a baseball helmet on, I had no idea who A-Rod was, but I was bummed and bored enough to give it a shot.

I’ve never really been into promotional product contests, especially internet ones. You know, the kind where they give you a special “winning code” you have to type in at their website along with all of your contact information to see if you won. It’s so much of a hassle, and all you ever end up getting are a bunch of emails about the latest information on Pepsi Edge. Personally, I prefer the product contests where it tells you right under the cap that you’re a loser.

Anyways, when I entered in my code and clicked the little “play ball” button, this is what popped up.

Not too shabby, eh? I may not be going on a trip with some baseball player, but at least I got me $25 and a year’s worth of underarm security.

I thought I might try to convince my mother that I could make a living entering contests for the rest of my life, but I’m sure it would just incite more yelling. At higher decibels.

Sometimes I wish I’d won the road trip, just to get away from all the screams.