A Fan

Much to his dismay, Dale spilled half the bottle of magic shower water onto an electric fan that was running in the aisle. Apparently, someone had dropped a gallon jug of vinegar and the fan was clearing the smell. "Bummer, dude," Scott consoled Dale. "How many people do you think got caught in that spray?" "Oh, I don't know. There's a long line in front of that free tasting booth, there. Gotta be twenty or thirty at least. They all look pissed, too. Maybe if I curtsy and giggle and blush just right..." "Save that for later, man," Scott advised. "If I were you, I'd down the rest of that bottle right now and find a good hiding place." "Good thought," Dale agreed. Both washrooms had lines of people waiting to dry themselves off, so Dale headed instead to the lingerie shop next door.