I want to start the new shampoo. But the old shampoo still has some left in it. It’s the same brand, just a different flavor.

The old bottle falls over so easily; its weakened, depleted. I know how it feels. But there is still some left, a potential for one last lather. So I for the old bottle, one last time. It doesn’t end well. I am forced to spin the bottle in my hand, centrifugal force moving the last bit to the tip.

It lathers. I rinse. I do not repeat.

But I do so with the new bottle.