Dirty, Dirty Soap

Recently, while cleaning the bathroom, I picked up the tiny sliver of soap that usually ends up on the bottom of the shower. You know, that sad piece of soap that gets whittled down to almost nothing. It's totally useless for its intended purpose, yet you refuse to throw it away. Either because you're too lazy to get rid of it after you replace it with a brand new bar, or you're having an unspoken battle with your partner to see which of you will break down and throw it out first. In my house, it usually stays on the bottom of the shower until it melts down to near-nothing and slips down the drain. I know, we're both that stubborn. Anyway, this time, I was feeling particularly charitable and selflessly chose to rid our shower (and our lives) of that stand off. This time. Anyway, after throwing it in the garbage, I actually caught myself using hand soap to remove the soapy residue left on my fingers...

Really?

Maybe all of that self congratulation I was feeling at the time stripped me of my common sense.

Ehh, whatever. I'm still the bigger person.