Thanks to Linda, this song is now running through my head.
Psssssst! didn’t actually clean your hair, from what I gather: it was talcum powder mixed with alcohol and put in an aerosol can. I guess when you sprayed it on and fluffed your hair, the talcum dried up the oil, and brushing your hair got rid of the oily talcum powder, leaving your hair less oily and smelling better. I think Mom bought it once. I tried it, and was underwhelmed by the results. But I bet some of you have used it…
I realize that has nothing to do with “psst! or any other attention-getting noise or word.” I just thought it was appropriate, plus I had the damn song stuck in my head.
I used to get phone calls from people selling auto insurance all the time. I already have auto insurance, but I get the calls anyway. Evidently someone likes to go around the Internet plugging my name and phone number into things. For a while, they were ordering pizzas from Pizza Hut and Papa John’s, then they figured out I had contacted my local restaurants and told them that if they get an order from me, it might not actually be me. So whoever it is (I have a very good idea who’s screwing around with me, so if any of you live in or around Brownsville, Texas, I’d like you to run an errand for me…) started instead giving my name and phone number to auto insurance agents. Now, if I don’t recognize a number, I won’t answer. If they want, they can leave me a message, and if it’s a robocaller, I report them on Truecaller as a spammer.
Anyway, I got a call from one person selling insurance who launched into her spiel, which I wasn’t interested in, so I tried to get her attention. I started with a polite “excuse me,” then a louder “EXCUSE ME,” then “HEY!”, then “HEY!” and finally “HEY!” She said, “That’s very rude, you know,” and hung up. I didn’t care. She had it coming.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is brought to you each week by Linda Hill and this station. Now, a word about Jell-O Instant Pudding.
Looks like butterscotch… mmmmm…