Soap

This picture is from Lausanne as well. There was a street vendor selling soap. A lot of soap. I thought I recognized the guy and almost said hello, but then I remembered the first rule of fight club, so I just took a picture of his soap and walked away.

The only thing I have to say about soap is that I have this one memory of soap. My mom buys, on occasion, this certain flavor of body soap. I think it comes from one of those "bed, bath & beyond" or "linens and things" type of stores. It was translucent blue, I think. Maybe green. A couple of times, I was forced to use it. The smell is supposed to be good, but it is so strong and so vile that the two times I used it, I nearly vomitted right there, in the shower. Fortunately, I never smelled it on one of my family members or anyone else who used it. It's alright if other people use this soap, but I have to be careful or my shower may turn into a shower and a kotz. And no body benefits from that.