A newlywed friend wasn't as fortunate. His wife kept a tube of Bengay on her nightstand. Right by their identically shaped tube of K-Y.
One time, a few years back, I mistook a bottle of low-quality fake tan for regular sunscreen. I slopped it on myself pretty heavily without paying the least bit of attention to how thick I was applying it or to the places I missed. And I didn't wash my hands well after putting it on. I ended up looking like an Oompa Loompa with gorilla hands.
This problem of mine isn't new. As a kid, I once made Kool-Aid when my friends and I were having a lemonade stand. Instead of a cup of sugar, I scooped in flour. Didn't realize the mistake until a customer gagged.
Not too long ago, while painting some signs, I was using an old coffee cup filled with water to clean my brushes. Got to talking. Wasn't paying attention. Reached for my coffee and took a big gulp. Not only did the water taste awful, but I nearly put my eye out with a brush that was soaking.
I once mistook a bottle of Jet-Dry dishwasher rinse for a similarly shaped fuel treatment for cars. It caused me to drive way over the speed limit for years. (My husband swears it still hasn't worn off.)
Still, as aggravating and embarrassing as my frequent confusions might be, I know I come by the problem honestly.
My brother once mistook an aerosol can of hairspray for underarm deodorant.
And my grandmother once thought she was misting her hair with hairspray, except she'd grabbed a can of gold spray paint instead.
I suppose if my husband ever wants rid of me, all he has to do is take away my hairdryer. And swap it out for a gun.
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