The fact that my girlfriend’s shower is full of mysterious gadgets and more products than I could use on my car is a topic for another day.
The fact that she doesn’t use a bar of soap and uses liquid soap and big poofy body pom-poms (???) is a topic for another day.
The topic that *is* for today is that I wanted to use a manly bar of soap – you know, one that doesn’t smell like rare flowers from exotic countries – and when I got in the shower with it, there wasn’t any flat or hanging space left for me to put it. Being the industrius lad that I am (no, I didn’t resort to soap on a rope) I went to the hardware store and bought a suction-cup soap holding dish.
I noticed that the package advertised, “Holds over 8 pounds.”
Holy crap! Who in the hell has an 8 pound bar of soap?!?
Well … if you use the liquid manly man industrial cleaner soap like lave or orange for mechanics and persons with severe grime, you’ll need that carrying capacity.
They’re just letting you know that when your wrinkled old ass slips and you grab the suction cup soap holder on your way down, they’ll find it in your hand when Geri-Alert (that’s Geriatric, not German, air raids are over) kicks the door in days later. The blood having been neatly washed away, the embalmer will only charge your family half price. Which pays for it right there.