I'm not sure there's anything more embarrassing than falling in the shower. One minute you're lathering up, singing, and enjoying the magic of the hot water and steam, and the next thing you know, you're on your ass on the cold tile floor, wrapped in the clingy wet shower curtain that you vainly clutched on your way down. As I lay there, wedged between the tub and the toilet, legs in the air, awash in polyurethane sheet, all I could thing of was, "I'm not done. The shower ritual isn't over yet."
And it's true! In this process of showering, I can't just admit defeat, towel off, and change into my clothes -- I'm still covered in soap and now somewhat cold. Instead, I have to get back into porcelain container that had so rudely ejected me just minutes before. So, I propped up the shower curtain and climbed back into the shower. With my serenity shattered, I found the remainder of the shower to be much less soothing.
I think I'm going to have to get some of those rough pads that adhere to the bottom of the shower. It's either that, or resort to baths.
You are quit possibly the funniest person I know. This blog is reminiscent of 'Softner Man' which is still one of my personal favorites. But the only reason why falling in the shower should be overly embarrasing is if you tell people about it, because otherwise no one would ever know.
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