Damn it. Soap chips. You see one on the shower floor. You grab it. Or try to. You have to chase it. And once you get it, there’s another one. Get that. Drop the first. Corral the both. Augh! A third! Then what? Press ‘em into the clump of chips already collected and compressed sitting on the soap dish. A lumpy, pointy wad of soap. Damn it. My life is a hell.