My dear sister, bless her soul, finally found me on that cold winter night on the side of the freeway. She picked me up and we raced for her fiancee Henry's house where I needed to shower and dress for I had a date with a hott little Latina salsa dancer.
I quickly hopped in the tub and turned on the shower. Now in the bath on the wall was a rubber mat to put down so the old folks don't slip and brake a hip in the shower. I noticed this mat but just grunted with youth's satisfaction as I knew with my sure and steady feet, I didn't need that old person's precaution.
As I used the soap to wash myself, I felt some bubbles under my feet and looking down I felt myself losing my balance and grip in the tub. And SWASH, I slipped right out of the bath tub. I reached for something, anything to keep from falling but there was nothing...WHACK I hit right against the toilet, enveloped by the shower curtain with water spraying unrestrained all over the bathroom. I was like a fish flopping around trying to get back into the water. I somehow climbed back into the tub while trying to hold up the shower curtain to block the spraying water. And then I saw an unfortunate thing. Not only had I fallen out of my future brother-in-law's bath tub and flooded the bathroom but I had broken the shower rod. It had become the shape of a V, unable to hold my then 200 pounds.
Worried, embarrassed, exhausted, about to miss my date, and laughing hysterically I bent the shower rod back straight and managed to put it back up. Then squatting down a bit I planted my feet against the sides of the tub to ensure safety and quickly finished the shower. I made it to the date, but for future reference be careful in the tub...its slippery in there!!
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