Many eons ago, I was but a young lad whose curiosity often overstepped its shadow.
On the quest to become the cleanest kid in the neighbourhood, I swore to fight germs and slay them. In that endeavour, I looked around my flat and found two surfactants, of much strength, and proceeded to shower.
Loud music, simulated rain courtesy of the shower and endless soapy suds followed.
It was a concert, with performance of one and audience of embarrassed ghosts. I stepped out of the shower, feeling clean, and dry.
Very Dry.
I’d just had a bath with bars of harsh soaps used to do laundry and wash utensils.
Take that, Germs?
