The elderly clerk eyed this and said "Differently Charming? Is that politically correct for "weird"?"
"Sure!" I said cheerfully.
"Huh." He eyed me expectantly, apparently waiting for me to do something appropriately strange.
Unfortunately, I have never learned to juggle, I am unable to snap flies out of the air with my tongue froggy-style, and I wasn't even buying anything interesting. A set-up like that would have been perfect if I had felt the need to purchase, oh, a carton of eggs, a case of studded condoms, a bottle of antifreeze, rock salt and a dozen spatulas, but alas.
My single Dove deodorant stick felt sadly ordinary. I slunk out, feeling tragically mundane. I had failed to live up to my shirt. Obviously I need to learn to juggle, or since that's unlikely--my hand-eye coordination is tragic--go for some kind of elective tongue surgery instead.