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I travel a lot, and I have some borderline obsessive tendencies.  In addition to these facts, I also hate the idea of wasting anything.  As a result, I have spent much of the last five years taking as many bars of soap and tiny bottles of shampoo, conditioner and mouth wash as possible from hotels across three different continents.  I actually stopped this practice some time ago, as my home was being overrun by toiletries. Also, I didn't want to graduate to hoarding bottles of my own urine in meticulously labeled jars arranged chronologically.

In the past I have given these sundries to homeless shelters and food shelf operations, but I still had a couple of boxes worth at my house.  I decided to take them to work and let my coworkers plunder the hygienic bounty.  I threw it all in a large sack, dropped the sack in the back seat of my car, and set off for The Brave New Workshop.

As fate would have it, I got cut off by a car not more than a few blocks from my house, and I was forced to slam on my brakes.  The law of inertia greeted me with an explosion of floral scented pummeling as bars of soap and tiny bottles slammed into the back of my head and rained over my dashboard and interior.  It was like Crabtree and/or Evelyn had puked on the back of my neck.

No good deed goes unpunished.