Friday, November 20, 2009

When the left hand knows not how the right one does it...

SO this morning I was in the shower.
I needed this shower. I was enjoying this shower. I was plotting to shave my legs, the whole 9 yards. The shampoo was all lathered up in my hair when I thought to myself...hmmmm, the water being a tad bit warmer would feel lovely. My right hand was tangled in my hair. Okay, not technically TANGLED per say, but it was in there scrubbing my head, so I used my LEFT hand to turn the cold water off a little more. OR SO I THOUGHT. Apparently, my left hand does not know which way the knob needed to be turned!
SHOCK! HORROR!
A blast of cold water hit me as I turned the cold water all the way on. I gasped and jumped, causing the water to hit my head, and blind myself with suds. Still not catching on to the idea of using my right hand, I then went for the knob and overcompensated to get the hot water going again. It took a second for the water to adjust and justlikethat SCALDING hot water is pouring on me. It took a second for this newest wave of information to hit me. Now I'm plastered against the wall, trying to avoid the hot water spray, with suds running all over my face. I'm afraid to open my eyes or wipe my eyes, but it's clear that I have got to fix the situation immediately. Stupidly, I used my left hand again, and found the wrong knob. Now I turned the hot water all the way down, but since the cold water was almost off too, now I just had a light spray coming from the shower, of cold water. I went ahead and stuck my face into the spray so that I could use my ever loving eyes again, and I started afresh, and got the water the right temp. However, the goosebumps would not die. I shaved them clean off of my one leg, and decided that the other leg would just have to wait til I have a better shower experience.

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