The Neverending Story...I Mean Soap, The Never Ending Soap

I am not one to brag. But when you are the soul owner of a magical possession, it's only so long before you share your story.

This may seem like an ordinary pump bottle of soap. But don't let it fool you. This particular bottle is special. Very special indeed.

This bottle of soap is a never ending, bottomless pit of soapyness.

I am not exaggerating.

(I may be exaggerating.) (Just a little bit.)

I have used this soap for a VERY long time. For as long as I can remember. Possibly since the beginning of time. Or since January. Which is almost like the beginning of time because it's the beginning of the year.

The thing is, this soap has been on the verge of empty for weeks now. Every day, multiple times a day, I have found myself using the soap and thinking, "Oh this soap is just about gone, this is probably the last pump...I need a replacement.".

That little soap dispenser must have not only the magical ability to regenerate, but also the power of telepathy. It must know it's on the verge of replacement. And it's REFUSING to go down without a fight.
It's become "The Little Soap That Could" so-to-speak.

I've continued to be impressed with this generic brand antibacterial hygienic aid. I can only hope it continues to use this display of determination and regeneration.

I have a very small stock pile of hand soaps, willing and eager to be called to duty. But until that time comes?

Pump on my little soap dispenser...pump on.