while growing up, if we needed a bar of soap we would go to the shoe-box in the spare bathroom and pick one out from the assortment.
there was quite the soapy selection in that box: green, yellow, white, square, round, oval--just about any kind you could possibly want, we had it right there in the bottom of the box. ALL your hopes & dreams, coming TRUE within the contents of that magical bar soap dispenser.
the only drawback? that they had been used already. at my dad's motel. by random strangers who had checked in and then out, leaving the precious soap behind.
when the guests would leave, my dad would have the maids grab any soap, used or not, and put them into a container in the housekeeping department where they were up for grabs.
it never occured to me just how odd this was in dealing with how we got our family's soap. later in life, when we children would exclaim, "eeeewwwwhhh! dad! how COULD you?" he would answer, "well, we had the maids WASH THEM OFF."
my husband manages a hotel and we get many perks, but used soap has not been one of them.
should i feel gipped?