Ms. Clean

I was at some kind of conference. There was a large auditorium filled with people and a speaker at a podium. The only thing I seemed concerned about, though, was that I needed to wash my hands. I found a restroom, went to the sink, turned on the water and picked up the soap. But, I couldn’t get the bar to lather. I turned it over and over in my hands. I finally gave up, rinsed, and rejoined the conference.