the shower proposal

Taking a shower at my grandparents house often goes like this:

You get in and get the water to just the right temperature.

Then, someone else decides they want to wash their hands or flush the toilet, leaving you with an uncomfortably cold or hot shower.

This happens repeatedly until you can stand it no longer.

Soon you will find yourself wrapped in a towel, dripping wet, storming across the house. You might find your eyes to be narrowed, and your finger pointed out in a "whodunnit" position, accusations perched on the tip of your tongue. If you happen to be the one that flushed the toilet, you better watch out, there's a storm coming.


So, in response to recent unpleasant cleansing experiences, I have a proposal to make:

I'll shower at the neighbor's house next time.