As I was getting ready for a little over night trip last week, I decided I didn’t want to go to the closet and go through my luggage just for a little overnight bag. There was a shopping bag in my room, just left laying there because I was too lazy to put it up after a recent shopping trip.
So I decided I would just throw my things in the shopping bag instead of going through my luggage to get an overnight bag. I thought it just didn’t matter, I was just staying one night and didn’t need very much just for that.
Little did I know that when we reached our destination that we would pick a fancy-smancy hotel. It wasn’t until the the doorman asked if he could help with my luggage that I realized what I must look like going into a ritzy place like that carrying a paper bag of clothes.
The whole picture reminded me of a time when I took my mother on a trip to visit her sisters in Virginia. We stopped at a hotel to get a room and I had to be the pack mule that took everyone’s luggage in. Mom had this little blue suitcase that the latch wouldn’t stay closed, so she tied a string around it. Picture this, there I was, my arms full, carrying that little blue suitcase with a garment hanging out the side that had gotten caught when the suitcase was closed, and a frayed white string tied around the whole thing. I laughed and said I looked like the Beverly Hill Billys.
Well, my paper bag took me back a few years on that one.
Anyway, after we checked into our room and before we started out to do some shopping, I thought I would wash my hands before going. I went into the fancy bathroom, picked up the bar of soap that was in the pretty little soap dish, and began to wash my hands. Now, this soap was sort of a jade green and shaped like an egg, it just fit right in my hand. I rubbed the soap in my hands and it didn’t lather at all. There I stood thinking “a fancy place like this could at least have some decent soap to wash your hands.” So I picked the soap up again and rubbed it very briskly between my hands, trying to get a good lather–but nothing happened. I thought again what a lousy bar of soap. I rubbed my hands together under the running water and called them clean.
After I finished “washing” my hands, my friend went into the bathroom to wash her hands. She picked up that bar of soap and called to me, “How do you get this paper off this soap?” You see, that bar of soap was sealed in a clear plastic wrap and I didn’t even know it! No wonder it wouldn’t lather for me.
I guess there is something to that old adage, “You can take the girl out of the country–but you can’t take the country out of the girl.”