The other morning when I was in a state of what I would call “less than alert” I reached for a bottle of what I thought was mouthwash and took a swig.
In a fraction of a second I realized the minty taste that I was expecting was actually an intense chemical detergent and I reacted as anyone would.
I instantly realized that I had grabbed the bottle of hand soap instead of the mouthwash!
After about ten minutes of rinsing to get the bad taste out of my mouth and convincing myself that I was not going to die from “soap poisoning” I started thinking back to the days of my youth.
Back in the 50’s, we always lived under the threat of having our mouths washed out with soap if we said a bad word.
But I have to admit that I avoided the punishment and so I had no experience to draw upon as an adult. As a result, my language has become a little colored.
Now that I have actual knowledge of the ramifications of a soapy mouth, I have to admit that I would clean up my speech before I would ever endure such a consequence again!
And so I’m going to work hard to clean up my vocabulary!
Because that soap tasted REALLY bad!


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