Thursday, December 4, 2008

Thursday OverThink #3, courtesy of SoftSoap

As of Monday, there is a new hand soap in the bathroom at work: Softsoap Black Raspberry and Vanilla. Hardly. It smells like cheap perfume on a decaying corpse. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal except the smell does not wash off. Damn you, Softsoap, clean my hands, do not scent them for hours and hours, especially with the fragrance of rot. Every time I brush back my hair or scratch my nose, I am accosted with perfumed death.

Also, it makes my hands cold as ice, numb to the wrist. What is it, mentholated? It is twenty-nine degrees outside and I’m washing my hands in liquid nitrogen. Christ Jesus, I can smell my frozen hands from the keyboard as I type. Kudos to the development team who came up with a product that turns my hands into a morgue. Next trip to the bathroom, I’m considering just rinsing my hands really well. Better yet, I will not drink anything all day long.

Softsoap, you have overthought hand washing.

5 comments:

deb said...

throw it out. get new one.

Quattro Stelle said...

But then what would I complain about? Besides, I did that once. I threw out an offensive plug-in air freshener from the women's bathroom. It was back the next day when someone crazier than me dug it out of the trash can. When I chunked it into a different trash can, there was an office-wide email demanding its return or monetary reimbursement.

deb said...

seriously? even if you replace the stuff?

scary...

Azura said...

You KNOW who selected that raspberry/vanilla oppression, don't you?

Quattro Stelle said...

Yeah, I bet it was Ben.

I raided another bathroom and switched handsoaps. We'll see how the suckers in Litigation like the purple abomination.