Soap Puddle

I am sad to report the loss of a very dear member of my collection of bath products. A few days ago, a bar of African black soap was devastatingly lost to a deceptively large and dark rain puddle. There was a very unique  chain of events that led to the loss of this bar of soap.

It all started many weeks ago when I first purchased this bar of soap from the grocery store. I was in need of a new face wash, and selected this bar of soap as my new face cleansing mainstay. Since I only use this bar on my face, I never left it in the shower to melt away and amass dark strands of hair as a bar of soap in any shower of mine typically does. Instead, I placed this bar of soap on a decorative plate to rest and remain dry and uncontaminated when not in use. Travelling home for winter break, I transported this bar of soap back from school with me on the same plate that it normally sits. It rode in the car, with a whole seat in the back where it would hopefully remain undisturbed.

All seemed well until one fateful evening when I packed a bag to spend the night at my sister's apartment. I stupidly left the soap on it's decorative perch, and drove to her place with the soap precariously lounging in the back seat. As I pulled into the back lot of my sister's dwelling, we quickly realized there was an enormous puddle flooding her parking space. Instead of parking in the dirty puddle, I stopped the car short to allow my sister to exit the vehicle. The only way she could safely exit without soaking her feet was by climbing through the backseat and escaping through the side door. As she hastily clambered her way between the seats, she accidentally chipped the bar of soap off of its tiny glass throne, and it splashed into the depths of the murky, black puddle.

I'll admit it, I contemplated the idea of rescuing that bar of soap, rinsing it off and using it like nothing ever happened. I can't help these thoughts; it's the frugal college kid inside of me. Then my senses returned to me, and the thought of those contaminated waters lapping at my precious soap left no other alternative but to abandon the soap as a lost cause.

The next morning I went out to examine the puddle and its soapy victim. The puddle had receded considerably, and I could easily spot the shrunken white corpse of my once luscious bar of soap.

This could almost be a lake