The salt from a French fry
Litters my palm,
The scent of onion
And pickles
And burger grease
Soaks through the bun.
A bushel of napkins,
But the smell still lingers;
There’s no hot water
No soap
Or towel
To ease my restless fingers.
Still, I must wash.
Before.
And after.
And again.
(Writing Prompt: HABIT, part of Poetry 101 Rehab by Mara Eastern – Thanks, Mara! Feel free to jump on her poetry wagon each Monday!)
Mother Hen
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Mother Hen Diaries 
I am the same way! I go through mass amounts of soap and I hate refilling the dispensers. Onions are the worst! If I cut up onions on Monday, I can still smell the scent of them on my hands by Wednesday! I have always wondered if lemon juice would work to obliterate the smell. I haven’t tried it yet though.
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haha! Lemon is so harsh on the skin… bleach works, but then… bleach! 🙂 I don’t want to go THAT far down my OCD trail. At least not yet. Maybe I should start wearing plastic gloves to eat… that wouldn’t be weird at all, now would it? LOL!
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Oh bleach! Yes, not a good idea! I just heard a rumor that bleach is so toxic, that it is actually banned in some countries. I have to admit that I am more than a little worried about bleach after hearing that! Does anyone know if this is true?
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Best to check it on Snopes.com… While it remains legal, I shall be sure to wear my gloves! 😀
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Unfortunately Snopes had nothing. 😦
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