After 58 years on this rock, I thought I knew how to use a bar of soap. Nope, I just learned theres a wrong way (and being a guy of course I was doing it the wrong way). For some reason, the sink where I wash my hands 90% of the time now has a pretty green bar of soap with a dragonfly and cattails molded into one side of it. No more Lava, no pumper filled with that soft soap plus abrasive stuff, now theres a guest soap. Well, fine. First time in I find this bar of soap is pretty much worthless for its intended purpose. Try as I may, I can hardly get anything close to a lather. In the middle of my scrubbing, wifey enters the bathroom and proceeds to educate me in the finer points of using bar soap. Firstly, one never uses the Pretty side of the bar which has the molded decoration. You use the backside and never wash away the nice side. I guess the end game is to end up with a sliver of soap that has the pretty part not scrubbed off. Grandpa B used to have a weathered galvanized pail of water sitting on a two foot piece of log between the garage doors. The pail was dumped daily and filled back up from the hand pump a few steps away. Just inside those doors was a box of some unknown gritty soap that would take the shine off a half baked idea. Guess Im heading back in that direction..............
Posted on: Thu, 25 Sep 2014 01:08:44 +0000
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