King Solomon

I have been fortunate enough to inherit my father's skin and metabolism. And hair. Apparently I have tons of gray hairs on the back of my head. I can't see them, but my in-laws, nieces, and nephews assure me that I do. But that's not the point.

Like Fight Club, this is about soap.

For the past 10 years or so I have been washing my face with a bar of Purpose. It's made by Johnson & Johnson, so that means it's available everywhere. Except Ecuador. So I try to conserve the soap by keeping it dry in a dish next to the shower. But daily, my soap seems to appear into the soap dish that is in the shower.

After a few weeks of telling Carlos how amazed I was that the soap always seemed to jump out of my soap dish, he tried to convince me that his soap dish was a better place for the soap! I wasn't buying that. I mean, I'm stubborn. And it's my soap.

So, I came up with a solution...