The tube sits in the damp darkness. Light doesn’t penetrate the bowls of my bathroom, meaning that moisture is slow to leave (exit stage left window). Not to mention that my towels are slow drying.
Sitting wetly.
leaning wetly.
Hanging wetly.
My tubes are being squeezed for everything they have, but I suppose in this situation wetness is preferable. An entirely dried out limb may not smell terrible in the near future, but it has a hard time living up to the many other goals and dreams taught to it in:
LIMB SCHOOL.
There is barely a drop left, but somehow I manage to squish another borrowed day’s worth of toothpaste out of an abused toothpaste tube (canister).