I haven’t taken a bath in 30 Years — showers rule, baths drool.
I grew up in an old house with an exposed tub. Even today, I use our tiny guest shower. I want layers of steam and plexi-glass hiding my lady bits.
As I pondered my anti-bath sentiments, a memory resurfaced.
My older sister corralled me into the bathroom like a defiant lamb.
She set me on my fire-engine red chair, surrounded by bubbles. I grabbed the orange octopus off the ledge.
Oh man. Look at those tentacles. I wonder how far they’ll squirt.
“Goddammit! That’s my eye!!!!” she said.
“Ohhhhhhhh. I’m telling. You’re not supposed to say bad words.”
“Just try. I’ll sick the Boogie Man on you.”
Time for another squirt.
I miss my sister. Fingers crossed we’ll see each other soon.