What will you do if we let you go home, and the plastics all melted
Years ago, when I first set up my own independent not-rented-from-the-school apartment in Troy, NY, my parents bought me a little bathroom accessories set. It was a simple set, soap dish, water glass, and toothbrush holder. I didn't use it much since I can't fathom why you'd want to drink water out of the bathroom tap when the kitchen tap isn't farther away, and why you'd want to drink it out of a glass that's, you know, in the path of the aerosol spray from a flushed toilet and washed maybe once a month if you're diligent. I did use the toothbrush holder, although relocated to the kitchen sink, until I moved out, and while I left the soap dish in the bathroom I didn't actually leave soap in it because a wet bar of soap would tend to fuse with the glass and be hard to remove. Removing's important because I'm not one of those guys who touches the soap bar and assumes that's enough; given the chance, I'll lather up this nice foamy cartoon-like ball.
When I left Troy I brought all this home, but left it with my parents rather than take the fragile stuff to Singapore. Plus I was looking at a tight baggage allowance, which makes what I had to do to move out all the more funny, and I had got an electric toothbrush that stands up by itself by that time. They assimilated the articles into their house, although I don't know where the toothbrush holder vanished to. The soap dish stayed in the guest bathroom.
Except this morning as I got up and washed, I wanted to clean up a bit of soap foam that'd fallen on the sink counter and pulled on the hand towel. It was sitting on top of the (empty) soap dish, and my motion sent it flying onto the floor where it smashed into a dozen pieces. I was much more aggravated by this than my parents were; I think they forgot it was originally a present. Dad leapt in with words of caution, and wanted the bathroom mat immediately so he could wash it, and brought out the dustpan, and suggested I put on shoes. Because my socks might not be enough to protect me from the highly visible pieces of broken glass each at least the size of a nickel. I may have been a bit snappish, but I did start the day breaking an old gift from my parents, you know?
It's easy to say this just isn't my weekend for gravity. I think the real lesson is to not clean soap residue off of sink counters.
Trivia: Alvan Clark and Sons observed the companion star to Sirius in 1861 while testing a 19-and-a-half inch refracting telescope ordered by the University of Mississippi, but (due to the war) eventually delivered to the Chicago Astronomical Society. Source: Yankee Science in the Making, Dirk J Struik.
Currently Reading: Project Solar Sail, Edited by Arthur C Clarke.