Weekend Reads v. 5.4.2025
The Tale of Princess Soap.
The restrooms at work look like a holdover from a Stasi command center. Putrid green tiles cover the walls. The ceilings have brown stains from leaks – old or new, one never knows! One of the three sinks is invariably out of order. You push a pedal with your foot to flush the commode. It’s all just a bunch of bleh.
And so, when I walked into that abysmal bathroom to find jewel-toned bottles of soap adorned with the names of Disney princesses sitting atop the somewhat functional sinks, I felt an instant pep in my day.
Who left these beautiful soaps in the bathroom for us?
Turns out one of my kindest colleagues left the princess soaps in the bathroom. She’d visited a bathroom at the opposite end of the hall (the east side) and discovered those women had quite the set up in their loo. Mints and soaps and whatever else those East Side ladies could dream up filled their baskets of bathroom goodies.
My kind colleague rightly noticed that we West Side ladies could use some bath…
