As you, my fair readers know, I try to keep things here at The Wicked Chicken, happy and carefree. But something happened today that really irritated me. A person (and I know who) stole this from the bathroom where I work. “Black Cherry Merlot Foaming Hand Soap” from Bath and Body Works.
Since I work with a bunch of men I pretty much have the ‘girls’ bathroom to myself although it is open for customer use. This soap was a birthday gift from my sister, she gave it to me last week for my 32nd year on earth. It was the only present I got. My husband had my car cleaned for me but THIS was the only gift I received wrapped with a card that read “Wash your hands, Don’t get Ebola”. I love my sister.
So, instead of taking it home where I have a pretty much zero chance of catching a deadly disease, I put it by the sink at work since we had been out of soap for a while. It smelled great and I thought of her each time I washed my hands. Today I used it in the morning, my sister came by to visit around lunch and she used it (I know because I called and asked her). Then we had ONE women come in that afternoon and use the bathroom. I know her mother, a 60-something with no teeth that brags about her 2 parrots who cost over a thousand dollars apiece yet the women can’t read or fill out her own checks. So while I filled out her check for parrot food the daughter uses the bathroom (she is probably 40). The next customer who arrives is a man who likes to talk chickens and wanted me to come outside to see his dog. I petted the nice creature then went inside to wash my hands. No soap. There was still soap foam in the bottom of the wet sink and I could smell the Black Cherry Merlot, but the soap, the still new, full bottle was simply gone.
I asked all the men if they had taken it for some reason. I asked Addie and to make sure she was telling the truth I searched the trash cans to ensure nothing happened she wasn’t telling me. Although she was so adamant about calling the police I know she was innocent.
That trashy woman took my birthday soap.
And I am still mad.
I thought about writing her mother a letter but heck, she couldn’t read it. Besides, how do you write a “I know your daughter stole my birthday soap from the bathroom at the feed store and I want it replaced” letter without sounding like a complete idiot?
Moral of the story: Don’t leave your birthday soap at work otherwise you will be mad, risk getting seriously ill and smell like dog.