Maybe I need to elaborate.
Haven’t you noticed that in most (and I do mean most) public restrooms these days, you find foamy soap in the soap dispenser. Well, I don’t know about you, but I think the stuff is wretched. (I always wanted to use that word. I feel so continental.)
I do not like foamy soap. I don’t like it in a boat and I don’t like it with a goat. I do not like foamy soap.
Whew. I actually feel a little better already.
There are several problems for me.
2) perception of cleanliness
I’ll take each on its own.
First, texture. It does not feel like I’m washing with “real” soap. It feels like fluffy whipped cream or hair mousse. It just bothers me.
Next. Perception of cleanliness. Who would think washing your hands with whipped cream would make them clean. I’m just saying.
Fragrance. Okay, true confessions time. Please don’t hold this against me and if you know me IRL, please don’t stare at me when I return from the restroom. I smell my hands after I wash them. Okay, stop laughing. It’s not my fault. Have you ever met my father? And besides, anyone who cares as much as I do about the scent of bleach and the smell of her sheets clearly has olfactory issues and even a possible case of Phantosmia at times.
So this foamy soap is lacking in nice soapy fragrance. I said it. So shoot me.
Finally, economy. If I’m in a fancy, schmancy restaurant – say Minibar and I go to the ladies room between courses (and flights of wine) and I go to wash my hands, (is this a good time to talk about all those women who don’t wash after… anyway, I digress.) and the soap is that icky foamy stuff.
It makes me wonder. Just how much more would they need to charge for my 30 course teensy taste menu dinner to afford real, creamy soap? An extra buck? I’m all for it. And the whole thing is totally false economy, if you ask me anyway, since you need a lot more water to rinse that stuff off. Ick.
So here’s where I’m in awe.
To whomever sold this foam soap into every fricking place in the U.S. of A., I salute you. I don’t know how you did it. You took a seriously inferior product and you convinced restaurant owner after restaurant owner and mall after mall and, well you get the picture, everyone to buy this stuff. To get new dispensers put on your walls. And to buy refills until the cows come home.
My hat (figuratively, as I don’t wear hats) is off to you.
And that, is my rant for today.