Straight Man Soap

Sometimes, independent retailers are the coolest. Sure, they may not have the best prices or the best availability like some big-box retailers do. But they shine in personality and novelty where the Wal-Gets and Lowe-Depots of the world don't. Here's one example.

Bliss Soaps is a small shop on Capitol Hill's Broadway strip specializing in handmade soaps and other bath & body products. We've been a couple of times before, and stopped in not too long ago because our supply of soap was getting low.

As we were meandering through the small store, picking up and sniffing literally dozens of soaps, I came upon a turquoise blue block with a sea-foam edge to it. Intrigued by the color, I picked it up and smelled it. "Wow," I proclaim, "this smells pretty good!" It didn't have a distinct aroma like a fruit or a spice, but was rather a blend of scents, kind of like a cologne. I decide to add the block to our basket.

Upon checkout, the owner sorts our selections and starts ringing them up. When he arrives at my choice, he says, "Ah! Straight man soap."

I smile, cock my head, and ask, "that's not what it's called, is it?" I hadn't noticed any name to this soap, unlike many of the others in the store.

"No, it is! Look," he says, and he punches in the product code on the sticker. The register display soon scrolls, in block letters: STRAIGHT MAN SOAP.

"Huh..." I say.

"And you like it, right?" the owner asks.

"Sure, yeah, it smells good. I'm going to use it in the shower."

"And, you're straight, right?" he says, looking over at my wife.

"Sure" I smile.

"See!" he concludes, "I know it every time. Every time a guy picks up one of these and buys it, I know they're straight. That's why I call it straight man soap!"

To which we all start laughing. We wrap up our purchases and head out, still giggling over the encounter.

I can't imagine buying soap anywhere else now. And I bet no one else has my straight man soap, for that matter.