It Is My Sister-In-Law's Birthday Tomorrow

If you know my sister-in-law, you know she is a woman of considerable opinion. Once she believes in something, well, that's the way it is. At least this has been much of my experience with her. My brother, I am sure, has a much more nuanced portrait. But when I first got to college, a college my brother had just graduated from and where my future sister-in-law (we will call her "Elaine") was only a grade higher than me, "Elaine" introduced me to the orange colored, particularly scented goop called Dial Anti-Bacterial liquid soap. To her, this was the only soap to use. Being somewhat easy going and having absolutely no theretofore held opinions about soap (save perhaps that I had used Lever 2000 bars the previous final two years of high school, switching from bars of Irish Spring that had dominated my first two years) I readily signed on to the Dial bandwagon. It did not hurt Dial's cause that it seemed to be the soap of choice of many of my fellow co-eds as well, resulting in a homogeneous smell throughout the dorm showers that holds primal place in my olfactory memory of the era perhaps second only to the sweet smell of eucylyptus.
I can't remember when it was I discovered other soaps (I do remember coming to the opinion that Ivory didn't properly wash off well enough) before settling on kind of a hodge podge of bathing techniques mostly founded on opportunism regarding various roommate's supply. I am told by those who were around me regularly towards the end of my college career that I smelled distinctly of unwashed bedding, neoprene and salt water.
On my picturesque bike ride to work this morning some men were hosing down the sidewalk on Crosby Street using a brand of soap that smelled to me just like that Dial Anti-Bacterial.
Nice timing.