Damn it. Soap chip. See it on the shower floor. Grab it. Or try. Have to chase it. And once in hand, there’s another. Get that. Drop the first. Corral the both. Augh! A third! Then what? Press ‘em into the clump of chips already collected compressed sitting on the soap dish. A lumpy, pointy wad of soap. Damn it. My life is a hell.
This is hard for me. My life is a hell. Be afraid. Or you will join me. TFTD: WTH?