My love and admiration for Purell is well documented, so sharing that love with someone else is something I cherish.
A few weeks ago, I was at the Museum of American History with the kids.
In the gift shop, I overheard a woman say, “Ugh, I left my Purell in the car.”
Not missing a beat, I pulled my vial out and offered her some.
She was thrilled!
I know the feeling of wanting Purell and, God forbid, not having it on hand.
Her two companions rolled their eyes (I’d seen that before), but we shared a special bonding moment.
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