You are not going to believe me when I tell you this. But it’s true. No one could make this up.
When I opened the plastic soap box in which I’d lovingly placed the brand new bar of Zest for one of my darling sons, I noticed something.
The soap was in tact. The letters engraved – Z. E. S. T. were perfect.
Water had never touched it’s deodorant-cleaning-nice-smelling surface.
It was untouched. Unused.
How gross is that?