I came home from work Monday, and as usual, stopped the car at the end of the drive, put it in park and started to get out to fetch the mail from the mail box. Something caught the corner of my eye though. A back and forth movement on the neighbors porch, oh great, a new dog moving like it had just drunk several beers and needed to get rid of the excess.
I opened the door, got out and headed to the mail box door open radio blasting same as usual. When I made it to the mailbox it hit me. I stepped in some dog crap. Damn, must have been one of those people who like to walk their dog late at night or early in the morning so they don’t have to remove its mess. I picked up my left foot and checked the bottom of my shoe, it was clean. I did the same with the right, nothing. The smell was still there and I checked both again, nothing.
I looked over towards that new dog and our eyes locked. The dog stopped moving, her eyes were staring and no tong was out and her tail was stopped. There it was, I could read her mind – Yep that’s me, might as well get use to it, this is my territory now so up yours.
I suddenly had to shake my head from side to side to get my senses back. I broke eye contact with the dog and opened the mail box. I reached in and there were 4 packages and some advertising from JC Penney and LL Bean. The packages looked like razors being sent for honing. I walked back to the car, got in, closed the door, hit the garage button and drove back into the garage.
When I got out of the car, a vw bug, I popped the truck and walked to the back with my packages. Damn….I could smell that dog crap again. I re-checked my shoes, grabbed my computer and coat and went into the house.
I put the packages and mail on the kitchen island, gave the wife a peck on the cheek and started telling her the story. She picked up the mail and suddenly, her arm went straight out with one package in her hand between two fingers, her other index finger and thumb squeezing her nose and said “this smells like dog shit”. I grabbed the package and said, “Maybe someone was mad at me and sent me a box of crap”. She smiled and said “maybe you better open it and see what it is”.
I cut the end open and slowly poured the contents out. 5 bars of soap I had ordered from Classic Shaving rolled out on the counter. 4 bars were for my scuttle, 2 Sandalwood and 2 Vanilla, and 1 large bar was for my mug, Sandalwood. After sniffing each one, the large bar was the culprit. I took them all into the bathroom and laid them out on the counter. Changed my cloths and came back later.
I checked the bar about 1hr later and it smelled like Sandalwood and the others were ok too. I couldn’t help but think about the mail lady who had to drive around most of the day with that box in her car delivering mail, all curb delivery here in AZ.
I put the scuttle bars away and took the big bar and my mug into the kitchen, laid out a piece of wax paper and got out the cheese grater. I then cleaned the small amount of Mitchell’s wool fat from my mug and wiped it clean. Then I grated the Sandalwood bar into a pile and poured it into the mug. I folded the wax paper and used it to press the shredded soap into the bottom with a bowl like shape. This eliminates the possibility of any water working under the soap and wasting it.
Later on it was time to try the soap. I would usually put in a dollop of Trufitt and Hill unscented cream once a week to make a really thick lather. This time, however, I wanted to see how this relatively inexpensive soap worked on its own. I was absolutely taken aback by the rich creamy lather that was produced. Applying it to my properly prepped face was an enjoyment. It was much the same as the Fat + cream, only maybe a little thicker. This soap provided an enormous amount of lubrication and the fragrance was much better than the experience in the driveway.
If you get the chance to try this the $6 is a great investment.
Thought you might enjoy the whole story.
Ray