I really should go to bed, but I'm so incensed that I doubt I'll fall asleep if I don't put this out now.

But first a little background. I'm not a big fan of "scented" products. I don't want my clothes to smell like "clean breeze" (whatever that is), or my disinfectant wipes to smell like "lemon." At the same time, most products billed as unscented, while not perfumed, still have a scent, usually something I like to call "industrial solvent." Which is why I keep a dispenser of lavender-scented liquid hand soap from the folks at L'Occitane en Provence on hand. It's just scented enough to trick the mind into believing it's not some kind of horrible industrial cleaning agent, but not so scented that I feel my throat constrict when I wash my hands. (Forgive me for not choosing a more "macho" scent or product, but I have a difficult time believing anyone, let alone superficial attractive women, could possibly like — much less tolerate — a product like Axe. Frankly, I'm a little embarrassed I even know what that product is.)

Which brings me back to the story. As I entered the bathroom on my floor to brush my teeth just moments ago, I noticed that I had left my pretentious French soap on one of the bathroom sinks earlier in the day. So I walked over to the sink in question, thinking I would bring the soap back to my room after ridding my mouth of plaque. To my annoyance, however, someone had defiled my soap dispenser by spitting into the dispenser! Needless to say, that perfectly good container of soap is now in a trash can.

On what planet is it acceptable for people to spit into containers of soap? Surely not this one.