What Would You Not Wish On Your Worst Enemy?

This is mine.

A tiny sliver of soap. I jumped out of the shower momentarily to check under the sink for an extra bar but came up empty handed. I was forced to rub my hands together for several minutes. I felt like a ship wrecked survivor on a desert island trying to make fire in order to create enough lather to be remotely productive.

The whole ordeal was immensely unsatisfying.

What would you not wish on your worst enemy?

oh, and this my first post on blogger.com. I've finally joined the big leagues.