You wouldn’t think they’d be able to concentrate soap any further . . .
Cynthia had been convinced that the commercials had exaggerated things. She’d seen no reason to believe that the ‘new and improved’ detergent would literally chase the grease and grime off her dishes, but had bought the stuff anyway.
Now, on hands and knees trying to figure out how to corral the left-over sauce out of the dark recess under the counter where it was cornered and quivering, she reckoned that she should have read the back of the small bottle more carefully.
When she’d finally succeeded in chasing the mess into a dust-pan and flopped it into the rubbish-bin, Cynthia would admit that the ‘new and improved’ detergent really did do wonders at cleaning the dishes. Then she got the broom out and set to sweeping up the shattered pieces of the spotless plate she’d dropped with a scream when the sauce had jumped off onto the floor.
Cynthia faced the remaining dishes from dinner, and keeping the bottle of detergent carefully out of the sight-line, she made plans on how to finish her task with a minimum of fuss and bother.
Maybe if I take the whole mess outside, she pondered, before realizing that the sort of shenanigans such an endeavor would lead to is the last thing she needed her neighbors seeing.
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Yes, yes, yes . . . I am aware that this whole thing is patently ridiculous . . . no, I’m not exactly certain where this came from, but I was washing some dishes this afternoon and idly wondered just how much further they’d manage to concentrate soap before things simply got absurd.
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