Ravings of a Textual Deviant

Tragedy is when it happens to me. Comedy is when it happens to someone else. In this most recent case, however, I cannot help but be amused despite the fact that it happened to me. I have long suspected that there’s ‘toon blood in the family tree somewhere, and this sort of incident is exactly why.

Last night, around 11:00, I went to get out of the shower, and couldn’t. The shower doors had jammed, and the top rail of the track had come unstuck from the mastic and gotten into a definitively not-level-in-any-direction position. The shower doors are about 6 feet tall, perhaps a bit more. I’m under 5 feet tall, so anything that involved the top rail–other than cursing it, which can be and was done at a distance–was right out. Instead, I went to work on the doors, which were very much out of alignment because they were still partially attached to the top rail.

After twenty minutes, I was still trapped in the shower–naked, wet, chilly, fingers having been pinched in various escape attempts, and increasingly frustrated. Mind you, I had been trying to work my way out all this time, and hadn’t been even the least bit quiet about either struggling with the doors or telling them what I thought of the situation. Ed slept peacefully through the entire episode, not more than about fifteen feet away. When I managed to get out of the shower, I felt like Houdini…for about two seconds, when I stepped into a largish puddle (did I mention that the bottom of the doors were apparently crooked too?) and yelped as I damned near fell right back into the shower when I slipped. Ed slumbered on, oblivious. I was so annoyed that he hadn’t woken up to help that I had to wake him just to tell him to shower in the other bathroom in the morning. He made a vaguely affirmative noise and went right back to sleep. My sole consolation is that he missed the show, so I won’t have to listen to his firsthand account until senility sets in. (Either one of us; I don’t care.)

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