My family’s motel had complimentary bottles of shampoo in the bathrooms, but they were not for the guests. They were for me. Forgetful lodgers would leave half-empty shampoo bottles, and I would inherit them. Growing up, I never lathered with the same shampoo twice, but I used every type of the stuff imaginable, culled from the vast inventory of partial bottles my mother kept beneath the kitchen sink. The worst is when I would grow attached to a particular brand -- if I found Prell did wonders for my volume, it was all undone by Head & Shoulders a few days later. It saved us money, but destroyed any chance I had at hair consistency.
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