inter-vention con-vention!

This weekend I went grocery shopping with my mom, who parked herself in the deodorant aisle and began studying their contents. Unfortunately, I found out why: In his new-age conspiracy weirdness, my father has stopped wearing deodorant because he is afraid of the aluminum content.

When we got home, I gave him the spray can and told him sternly to wear it. In a rebuff, he asked me if I had seen the new pictures of Bigfoot in Georgia.