Here at dp.com we try to follow some basic hygiene ideals/rituals each day. It helps with feeling one’s best and staying… well, pretty. Right. Gay. I am gay, so it’s appropriate. I want to be pretty. Sue me. One thing I love to do is wash my face. Like most folk, right? Tonight it just wasn’t working out.

I had grabbed the washcloth hanging on the shower door like usual, I reuse it for a day or two, and started to get it all wet and soapy (I have a bit of the OCD as you may already know, and would never splash water on my face from the faucet because most of it ends up on the counter and mirror). Anyhoo, I suddenly have that moment where I recall that the washcloth I grabbed was soiled (my handy OCD again), so I hang it back up, since it was wet and dug out another from the bathroom drawer. Richard was already in bed, so I was doing this by the light of the teeny night light. I got the fresh washcloth wet and soapy and began washing my face. As I rubbed and scrubbed, I thought I smelled citrus. I looked down and noticed odd coloring on the washcloth. I turned on the bathroom light. It was then that I realized that I had just washed MY FACE with the dust-rag. The stained black Pledge smelling rag. Apparently SOMEONE that lives here had washed it with regular laundry and put it away with regular laundry. A dust-rag never really comes clean! Ew. Ew. Ew. I threw it into the shower.

I gave up on the luxury of any washcloth and reached under the sink for a roll of paper towels. The last safe option. I still feel a bit waxy. I think my skin is drying out too. And I still smell citrus.

What other items were washed with that nasty thing?? Bath towels? Dish towels? OMG! I am going to wash every towel we own this weekend.

tagged: ocd face gross wash cloth different towel dust-rag