Don’t Knock The Pump

I don’t remember when it happened. Must have been when I was out of college and dropping fifteen bucks on a bottle of soap didn’t require eating Top Ramen for a month.

At some point I got tired of picking up a cold, wet bar of soap each morning. No matter how I tried to store my soap it ended up in a puddle of frigid, cloudy water. Forget the fancy little soap trays. They are like little wading pools for your bar of Dove.

I saw this bottle of Clinique Liquid Facial Soap one day at Nordstrom and decided to give it a try. The women dressed in white lab coat with impeccable skin and hair tried to steer me towards the line of men’s products in the ugly grey containers.

But I wanted the soap in the translucent green bottle. I bought it and haven’t used anything since.

The soap is dispensed through a pump. No more fishing for a cold one each morning.

How unmanly is that?

Back to watching Sex and the City reruns.