I’m in Middle of Nowhere, Texas, waiting for my dad to pick out a sack of Rio Star Grapefruits from a makeshift farmer’s market on our way back from a 14 hour drive from Atlanta. You know that road trip feeling. You find French fries wedged in the seats. Wendy’s was it? Or was it the Sonic stop? The symptoms of restless leg syndrome are becoming unbearable. If I hear one more country music lyric, I will gut the stereo.
I wanted to be one of those grapefruits: exquisitely fresh, juicy, and invigorating. So when I finally received the chance to treat myself to a well deserved shower to remove the notorious traveler’s sludge, I indulged in The Body Shop’s Pink Grapefruit Scrub from my Christmas stocking.
My friends and I joke about having an overabundance of “bath trash,” the wide variety of lotion, bubble bath, and body glitter accumulated throughout birthdays and Christmases that consumes every corner of your cabinets.
This scrub is not bath trash, folks. It is the best thing I have ever smelled (appropriately sold out on the Body Shop site).
I had a hard time believing that the scrub wasn’t edible. Curiosity killed my common sense. I dipped my fingers in the offering of glowing pink putty for a taste. I wouldn’t recommend it.
Despite its disagreeable flavor, the scrub gave my skin a dewy shimmer and the scent of a luscious ruby grapefruit. My sister thought I cut a grapefruit and rubbed it all over myself; I took offense. Then again, I would do something like that.
The scrub was too tempting. Watching Ugly Betty and enjoying a grapefruit half dusted with sugar was the best way to spend my last evening of winter break. Time to make way for my new favorite “bath treasure.”
