Chapter
One
Grocery Shopping
Author'sNote:
This is a random story I thought of the other night when I was trying
to fall asleep, and had my TV on. I saw that TAG Body Spray for guys
commercial on, and I wondered how the ladies on the SGC base would
handle it if Jack was wearing it, and if the commercial really lives
up to its potential.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own
Stargate, if I did the team of SG-1 would never have any
replacements, at least permanently (I had to say that). I love Jack
though, so writing this was very easy and not to mention,
fun!
Spoilers: Nada.
Colonel Jack O'Neill had just finished getting food (frozen food mostly) to restock his empty kitchen for at least a good month or so, give or take whether he got imprisoned or trapped off world. He needed to buy some more soap and other toiletries for his bathroom and his locker at the SGC next.
He headed to the isle that said "Personal Care", and walked down it to the soap area. He grabbed a few cartons of Lever, then he got whatever shampoo was on sale. He picked up more shaving cream, and stopped to see if there was any cheap aftershave or cologne. He looked for the most interesting bottle, and added itto his basket. Hmm. It was called Tag apparently he noticed. Impervious to the realism of the warning tag on front he read it comically:
The makers of Tag body spray are not liable for any getting down, getting funky and or anything else associated with those terms. Tag should not be used in the vicinity of any girl, woman, mother, and any terms combined with the previous words.
Laughing, he tossed the canister into the shopping cart, and went to the cash register to pay for his items.