Thing a Day! 5: April Showers, yadda yadda yadda, Pilgrims

Showers.

I like to take them.

I don't take them three times a day like my old roommate Matt, but I try to get one in everyday.

I like to think of myself as a shower head aficionado. Or maybe a shower head snob. I like a certain kind of shower head, and when I find one it makes me happy inside. Which kind do you speak of, do you ask (you probably didn't)? Lots and lots of thin, tiny, powerful streams . From one side of the head to the other razor sharp streams. You can keep your massaging heads with 22 different settings or your "outside ring" heads. When you stand under it, it should feel like someone leaning against you with their fist.

And maybe bees.

Where did I gain such deep knowledge of the shower vagaries? Extensive traveling and staying in countless homes and churches around the world, my friend. The most memorable, though, was in Garden City, KS. It wasn't so much a shower tub or shower stall, but rather a shower room. Just think of a high school shower room then take out all of the machismo and every shower head but one. I'm not really sure what it's purpose is, but I imagine you could slick the floor down with shampoo and make a pretty rocking tile slip n slide.

The first night we were there I took a shower (as I am apt to do). A couple of guys came in to use the restroom and I yelled to them to make sure the door latched. Why?

The opening of the shower room was immediately adjacent to the door, on the other side was the gym. Right there. Of course the door didn't get latched and if there was some mysterious indoor wind it would be flapping in the breeze like one of those old-timey saloon doors. Rather, it was just standing wide open. When the water was off, I stuck my sopping wet head around the side. I could see clearly see a game of basketball going on.

That's not really true.

I didn't have my glasses on, so people shaped blobs I assume were guys and girls were playing with a blurry orange sphere that could only be a basketball or a large grapefruit. The key detail here is that my clothes, towel, and everything were around the corner in the actual bathroom, well out of reach.

So my options were to stand there cold, wet, and naked until another guy finally decided he had to pee or make a break for it and streak.

I stood there shivering for a few minutes weighing my options. The whole time I noticed there was always someone facing my direction. If I decided to go for it, whoever the lucky person was would get a good 3-4 clear seconds of my glory.

So what did I do?

I think I made someone's day.