At the Congregational Church Holiday Fair in Northwood, we got to telling stories about soap. Charlotte recalled her college roommates playing a dirty trick. They coated her soap with colorless fingernail polish.
She used it for a week, before they thought they better clue her in for reasons of hygiene.
Joann recalled sending one of her boys to camp with all the necessary supplies on the list provided by camp supervisors. When little Charlie returned after two weeks, you could still read the word Ivory on the soap.
Which
reminded me of the lady who caught her two daughters in the bathroom,
practicing curse words and washing their own mouths out with soap.
And while we’re at church, folks tell of the deacon who didn’t think the church needed any such fancy thing as a “chandelier,” whatever that was, but some new lighting might be good.
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