Hockey Talk

Sheena's travelled to many risky and scary locations around the world in her day, but nothing gives her the willies quite like the destination she bravely returned to last night in an effort to spend quality time with beloved friends. Where the 416 splits from the 417. Where the clotheslines fear to tred.
Yes. It was Drinking Night in Kanata. Where souls are sucked from unsuspecting bureaucrats and dogs have the vote. Where the non-drivers die in cold winters, and poseur teenagers never knew that angst isn't just a brand of German speakers.



We watched hockey. Sheena hasn't really seen much hockey this year so in between alternating glasses of Creekside Sauvignon Blanc and Maleta Meritage and we flipped around the creatively sourced satellite channels to settle on the Sharks vs. Oilers game. Oil wins. Elizabeth May investigating.

But what caught our attention was the commercials. The ad for Gillette's new women's razor was a particular curiousity.

"Why would they be advertising for pink and purple women's razors during the Stanley Cup", suburban guy inquired.

"Because women watch hockey too, you know", suburban lady said somewhat indignantly.

"A minority of viewers though", he retorted. "It's probably just for Mother's Day weekend".

"Hang on a second", Sheena interrupted. "Does that razor vibrate"?

Suburban guy heads snaps back to the TV. Yep. A Vibrating Razor.

"A-ha". Sheena nodded in full comprehension. "Now we know why they're advertising for this during the game. It's so all the men can run out, buy one for their wives and say 'Honey, I still got a couple more weeks of playoff coverage to watch.... But this'll hold ya till then..."

Now if one of my readers can recommend how to get pug hair out of a fake Hermes bag, please do advise.