My Mom, Ruth, was raised with four sisters and three brothers. Mom was always more comfortable in the company of men. After my dad, Joe, died, mom was to live in the company of two teen boys. We lived in a sixties home with only one bathroom. It was painted violet, with matching Kohler fixtures. Bath tube shower, one pedestal sink, and toilet. Which was the way for most people we knew. Most people didn't have two bathrooms and did not own a automatic dishwasher. Mom worked and we attended different schools. You can imagine the morning battle. Plus almost no privacy. A long narrow hall lead to the bathroom, which was almost un -passable for two people. But we didn't shower so much in those days and hair was washed every other day. All our individual grooming products fit into a single small inset medicine cabinet. I hung above the sink. We all shared the single tube of Crest. But having matured, my brother Joe and I had just bought a tube of Score, hair gel. Yes I had hair once. Score was a aqua gel to keep our crew cuts standing straight. It made my light blonde hair, a slight shade of green. Ugh! Mom busts out of the bathroom, choking, gagging, and rubbing her mouth. " What the hell is in this tube?" Mom had brushed her teeth with our hair dressing.
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