There is new soap in the bathroom. It is really really drying so I am always reaching for my lotion after I wash my hands. I head to the breakroom and get in line to get water.

The new soap was the topic of conversation in the breakroom.

Coworker: You know what I do? I just don’t wash my hands. I may wet them sometimes but I can’t stand what that soap does to my hands so I never use that soap. I really feel like I don’t have any other choice because that soap is almost caustic.

I was giving her a serious side eye and making a mental note to NEVER touch anything that her poop covered hands touch until another lady confessed that she too stopped washing her hands too because the soap was so harsh.

WTH?!

Then they both look at me with their eyes asking if I started being nasty and stopped washing my hands as well. The disgusted look on my face said otherwise.

CW: You still wash your hands?

As if that was not a viable option.

Me: Yes I just use lotion afterwards.

CW: Ugh, if I put on lotion then I have to take off my rings and that is annoying.

Me: So you stopped washing your hands because of your rings?

CW: Well when you say it like that… you make it sound like it is my fault. You are sounding really accusatory.

Here we go. A woe is me moment.

Me: I am not accusing you of anything. I just washing your hands is a great idea.

CW: You just made it seem like it is my fault for not washing my hands, when if the soap never changed we wouldn’t have this problem.

Me: WE? I still wash my hands.

I get to the front of the water line and my coworker tries to hand me a cup.

I just look at her and grab my own cup. Did she really just tell me she stopped washing her hands, turn herself into a victim over it and then expect me to take something from her poop hands that is going to touch my lips?