Bubble Irony

So... the other day Chase and I were doing the dishes after dinner and I mentioned how Kiwi's don't rinse the dishes off. They just dry sudsy dishes. Chase and my mom were like "ewwwww. That's so weird" I have to admit, it did take some getting used to. But it works just as well as rinsing them off. I mean, they didn't leave sudsy dishes out to dry, we'd promptly wipe them dry.

Well, the next day, a plumber came over to install the toilet and shower fixtures in the bathroom my dad is renovating. I hopped in the shower just as he got here. It wasn't until I was already wet (and past the point of return) that I realized that when plumbers come over, they usually cut the water off. I was like oh-poo. So I start whizzin' through the shampoo and conditioner stage of my shower routine and in the process knock my razor to the floor. The blades get knocked off and my poor little razor rests on the tile, broken and sad. Once I finish rinsing, I bend down to pick it up and reassemble.

It is at this break in my routine that I start daydreaming. For real, my mind just starts wandering around. And suddenly, I hear a couple thuds and what sounds like sawing of metal... and instantly I'm snapped back into reality and realize that precious seconds have slipped by! Woe is me! My hair is washed, but not my body! So I race to finish the task, all the while, feeling a slight ebb in the water pressure... until just as I'm all lathered up, the water trickles out to nothing. And I'm left standing in the shower covered in suds.

Then my mind wanders back to the other night when I told my story of how Kiwi's don't rinse off their plates. And I wondered if they rinse off their bodies? Because I was about to towell off all these suds and pretend like that didn't gross me out just a touch. Thankfully I didn't break out in any unusual rashes during the day. So I must have gotten all the soap off. Hey, who says you need to rinse off anyway? It must be the utility compaines whispering in our ears... getting us to use more to pay more. Yeah.... that's what it is.

You know, you don't have to refridgerate eggs either. From the hen's butt to your plate, you don't need a refridgerator. Just thought you'd like to know...