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It was a blustery winter day as I drove my CR-Z down the icy hill. I slid in the corners and tried to keep it on the road. I was in quite a hurry, after all my new husband was on his way home to me. I hadn’t seen Jared since a week after the honeymoon. It had been a lonely month while he was on an international assignment, but the end was near – his flight was on final approach right as I drove. What kind of wife would I be if I was late to pick him up from the airport?
Why does this 3 mile trip down this hill take so long? Why does the road have to be so icy? In the spare moments I have while driving down the hill I go through a mental checklist of things I’ve done today. Shower – check, hair – check, makeup – check, unplug flat iron – check, brew coffee to bring to husband – check, clothes/shoes – check, brush teeth – crap!!!!!! I’m at the very bottom of the hill. It took 10 minutes to get down the hill due to all the switchback turns and icy conditions. Going up it will be at least as slow – and I don’t have 20 more minutes to spare – I have to get to my husband.
I’ve got to think about this. Is it the end of the world that I just got out of bed an hour ago and have dragon breath? How could I forget something so basic – will he really care? I keep driving toward the airport – 20 more minutes until I’m there, 20 minutes until I see my husband for the first time in a month.
I’m about 5 minutes from the airport now – still having issues figuring out what to do about my stinky breath and I haven’t gotten a call that Jared’s off the airplane yet. I’ll pull into the cell phone waiting area until I get a call that he’s ready.
In my rush to get out the door when I left home I nearly tripped over a cute little box left at my front door – I’d been waiting for it since the beginning of December, but it didn’t arrive until this morning, the day before Christmas, the day I’d see my husband again. Instead of unlocking the house again, I grabbed the box and put it in the passenger seat so I didn’t waste any time. Since I had time now at the cell phone waiting lot I decided I might as well crack the box open and see what my friends at influenster.com had sent me. Lots of neat stuff, some soap, a face mask, lip gloss- better try that-mmmm moist, press on nails, lash primer, a Larabar, and ooooh what is this below the packing peanuts? Mentos Gum.
I remember Mentos from the commercials decades ago – they were so hip and trendy. I didn’t realize they made a gum now, but I am in desperate need of fresher breath, so I’m quite happy for this fortunate turn of events. I pop one in and start to chew, an explosion of mint spreads throughout my mouth and the crunchy shell seems to actually pull off a little of the plaque I had accumulated overnight. Sweet! I do a quick breath check as Jared calls and tells me he sees his luggage on the carousel.
I get my car in gear, chew my gum, and head to arrivals. There are so many people walking around, and cars pulling in everywhere, but as soon as I see him, the chaos dissipates in my mind, just like the stinky breath did with the Mentos. Quickly, I pull in to a vacant space and pop the hatch. I run out the door of my car into the warm arms of my husband who I have so desperately missed. A kiss, as epic as the V-J nurse sailor kiss in 1945, happens. Do I pull away in fear of my breath? NO. I take his embrace and match it with my own happiness to see him. We are together again, we are happy, thanks to both our love for each other and my lucky Mentos gum.
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