That’s right, I said it. Steal the soap. And the shampoo too. Personally, I usually draw the line at the little mending kits, though. I have enough of those for now.
Ok, maybe it’s not stealing. They’ve got their name all over it so they must want you to remove it from the hotel and advertise elsewhere, like your bathroom. And the security line at the airport. But maybe it is stealing if you never had intent to use the stuff while on the premises and purposely hid the unused soap so they’d replenish it the next day and you would have two!! I know you’ve done it. Some of you even snatch extra from the housekeeping cart in the hall when they’re not looking. Criminals, all of you.
I come from a long line of hotel personal cleansing product hoarders. Hmmm. Not really hoarding because they always get used. My Dad traveled a lot for his job as I was growing up and the bottom drawer in the main bathroom was always full of little bottles and paper wrapped soap. I swear I learned how to spell Red Lion and Marriott before other words just from playing in that drawer.
The gene has been passed on. And just today I realized the real benefit in bringing those half used bottles home; it extends your vacation. That’s right. That little bottle holds a genie that just today transported me back to Dreams Tulum in Mexico, the sight of my last trip with my daughter. It was the smells.
Using the soap and shampoo in Mexico for a week blended the view of the Caribbean together with the warm breezes and calm waves at night into perfect sensory storage. One whiff of the shampoo this morning in the shower and I was back in that spacious bathroom, getting ready for another adventure on the beach, in the jungle, in a cave, atop ancient ruins. When the shower was over I stepped back into my Washington home with a smile on my face.
I’ll be stealing more shampoo next week in Hawaii. Just warning my hotel hosts to stock up, I want to bring back another genie in a bottle.
Note: Dreams Tulum hosted me for a press trip to the Riviera Maya. And I stole their soap. This makes me a special kind of evil. Just before we left, my daughter asked if she could take the mending kit. It was her first hotel mending kit. With a tear in my eye, I told her, “Don’t forget the shower cap, too.”