Body Oil!

I used to work in San Francisco in an office building on Market Street. At least once a day—sometimes twice—one would hear, cutting through the clamor of clanging streetcars and cacophonous crowds, the unmistakable cry of:

"Body Oil!"

"BODY OIL!"

The gentleman seen above (in the red hoody) is the Body Oil salesman . . . he’s resting his wares on the short concrete pillar next to him, and is busily trying to interest passersby in his Body Oil products.

Whenever we heard the Body Oil cry, Willis (my co-worker) and I would pause, glance at one another, and nod. I was never able to convince him to run downstairs and buy some body oil, but he’s probably bought a lot by now, I betcha.

Photo: Body Oil—San Francisco, 2008