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Roger: Right. Sorry. So please tell me what you want. I'm stupid I admit it.
Sam: You're not stupid, you're a guy. It's normal. Just get me something nice and I will be happy. What do you want?
Roger: I don't know. I hate getting asked what I want for Christmas. For some reason it makes me feel like a beggar. Just get some cologne or something.
Sam: You're ridiculous. Fine I guess you get cologne.
Roger: Oh way to ruin the surprise. Oh heck.
Sam: What?
Roger: I'm gonna be late for work. Bye honey.
Sam: Bye. Be careful.
Roger: Always am.
Narrator: So all through work Roger toiled over thoughts of what to get Samantha for Christmas. He asked some co-workers but they couldn't help him. After work he went to the mall. Then he saw it. What every man dreads having to do. The only store where he could get a girlie gift was The Scent Shop. He wondered if people would think was odd. A random guy walking into a store meant for girls. Weird. But his love for Samantha was greater than his pride. So he went in.
Worker: Hi. I'm Melinda. Can I help you find something?
Roger: Uh. I'm looking for a gift for my girlfriend.
Worker: I understand. Do you want lotion, soap, candles, perfume, body splash, hand cream, foot cream, shower gel, or just a gift certificate?
Roger: Uh that one thing you mentioned. What uh flavors...er...scents do you have?
Worker: Do you know what she likes?
Roger: After a year and a half you'd think I would. But no. No I don't.
Worker: Okay well we have Crème de l'orange, vanilla jelly bean, pear melon berry farm, chamomile lavender ---
Roger: Yeah that one sounds good.
Worker: Oh sir we have many more.
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