Soap
"Where do you think those go?" Gloria asked me as I came out of the shower this morning."Those?" I asked cautiously.
"Those pieces of soap that you leave when you get a new bar," she said. "How do you think those get out of the shower?"
"Well, I assumed they left the house and went to live in the shower of a much smaller person, where they could still make a contribution," I said. "Soap is just like a dog--it needs a job."
"Great," Gloria said.
"Glad I could help," I said, feeling refreshed after my shower, taken using a new bar of soap.
If you're expecting soap to be mentioned again and again, with some kind of clever tie-in to subsequent events, you will be disappointed. Soap's role is now completed. Exit stage left, chased by a bear.
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