Sick Soap

It sits on a dish, on the shelf of a shower or on the side of the sink. It's soap. And not just any kind of soap; its the run down version of soap-- the anorexic kind. It's thin and weary and I will never understand why some people continue to use soap when it's in this state. It's not fair to what's left of the soap or to the person that's using it. It's slips between the washcloth and falls flat on the shower or tub floor and then it's hard to pick up, literally. 

The next stage that infuriates me further is when the soap starts to break apart and people attempt to still use it. Why not get a new bar of soap? The broken slither of a bar leaves old soapy skid mark like residue along the sides of everything it touches. So wouldn't it be better to start brand new with a fresh bar? 

It doesn't take much work at all to go into the cabinet, grab a new bar of soap, pry it out of the box and place it in its designated place. I will never understand the sentimental attachment to an item so frail--not to mention that eventually it becomes useless. Let it go and get a fresh bar!

Whoosh--feels great to get that one off my chest!