When I wash my hands, which I do often, nothing makes me feel more clean (and alive) than pushing in the soap dispenser and having sweet foam soap goodness flow into my hands like honey flowing to the Gods. It's a feeling that I can't explain logically. It shouldn't be explained, actually. There are some phenomenons that that I accept without question.
There are others who at least share my love for foam soap, if not my infatuation. It is not uncommon for me to receive text message updates on location from my friends who are at an establishment that has made the wise decision of utilizing foam soap.
I just love it. I'm gonna go wash my hands now, it's waiting on me.
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