

I discovered last night that I have a problem.
Leaving the office yesterday, I noticed that Bath and Body Works continued their "Hand Soap Special!" sale into this week. There's one in the building I work in, I pass it twice a day at least. "OOooo," I thought to myself. "I think I could use some more hand soap, and 3 for $10 is a pretty good deal." But, I paused, and decided to restrain myself, being already late to my train.
Good thing, because when I got home, I found this---(see above)
Doh. I think I have a problem.
What would posses someone to load up on soap like this? A continual fear of being grimy? A secret desperation that a burglar will rob the soap from our showers?
I don't know. I just...don't know.
2 comments:
You're not even Dutch
No, but maybe I'm a dirty Swede.
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