I screamed in the shower today. Really loud. It was a full scream, not half a scream and it echoed. It was an involuntary reflex action.
When I wasn't looking my wash rag fell on the shower floor. It lay there for probably two full seconds before I could snap it up. Can you say, "Ewww?" Ewww!
I stood still and listened for a couple minutes, but no one in the campground came. Actually I was glad nobody came, so I didn't have to explain that I was fine - it was just my wash rag that fell on the cement floor near the plastic mat that e-v-e-r-y-body stands on. I wear flip-flops in there.
Ewwwwwwww!
4 comments:
I am assuming that this was a public shower at the campground?
You assuuuume CORRECTly. [Said with Inga's accent in Gene Wilder's 'Young Frankenstein.']
I'm afraid it was the only interesting thing that happened to me yesterday, Michele. Ya know, I can only work with what I've got around here! Some blog days are better than others, but blog we must. :)
Yep, ewwww is right. And that coming from a guy, ya know...
I have been known to throw away wash cloths that fall on the floor, but this one I can't part with because it has a pretty flower on it!
It's clean now. I bleached it. My flower is faded. Oh well.
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