Memories

You might be wondering why I have a picture of a soap dispenser in a post titled "Memories".  I walked in to the bathroom at my work to find this on the sink.  It looks like that nasty pink hand soap found in most public bathrooms was used to top off a bottle of dial-looking hand soap.  My mom does this exact thing.  It is the most infuriating thing too.  I don't have any weird disorder about mixing liquids that are different or anything like that.

Let me give you some background:

I'm 28.  Bath and Body Works and The Body Shop were all the rage when I was a tween.  I can remember spending hours inside one of these stores smelling all the different scents.  At this age, I did not have a job and did not have any money.  I relied on the cash my mom gave me whenever we went to the mall.  Obviously, this was not enough to indulge in these wonderful bath and body products.  So pre-"when Elaine had money", I had decided that pear was my absolute favorite scent.  Of course, when Elaine did have money, they had discontinued "Sparkling Pear" and replaced it with the inferior "Pearberry".  I still bought it and I used it all the time in my nightly showers until one day, mom struck!

I had gone through maybe 50% of the body and I came home from school one day to find my precious pearberry in the same state as the picture above, but with white milky body wash instead of the pink generic hand soap.  Oh, I was pissed.  I ranted and raved and yelled at my mom.  She, of course, had no idea what she had done wrong to deserve the wrath of her one and only daughter.  It took me a long time to get over this.

So this innocuous picture of hand soap brings back very painful and funny memories.  Of course, I overreacted, but at that age, body wash was important!