September 10th 10:40pm - You Know You're in Italy When...

My brother and I were watching television in Italy. Some crazy thing in Italian, you know. A commercial appeared. A man was situated in the foreground, fully clothed. Behind him, a clear shower door revealed a woman, nude, in the shower. Her sizable breasts hung, unobscured by the shower door. Her fingers grasped her hair, massaging her scalp and running through her long, dark tresses in lengthy, fluid motions. The camera panned closer to expose her bending over to retrieve what I can only imagine must have been conditioner. My brother and I exchanged like expressions. The commercial's attention returned to the man. He smiled evocatively into the camera. A slow, suggestive smile. His lips turned up, his eyes flickered, his lips leisurely parted to expose his too-whitened teeth. He grasped the edge of his pants and tweaked them from his waist. Holding them away from his body with one hand, he looked down. He smiled while assessing his goods. He then looked up. A slow, suggestive smile into the camera. He held the camera's gaze before rotating back to the transparent shower walls appearing as if plunked into the middle of a living room. Then the tag-line scrolled across the bottom of the screen. And a milk carton floated, suspended. It was a milk commercial. Only in Italy!

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