Showers
At home, my bedroom is opposite the bathroom, with a corridor separating the two. The boiler is also outside the shower. Normally, I leave my towel hanging up in the bathroom, and make a naked danger dash across the corridor: the chances of there being someone there are very slim, and if there is it's only family right?

WRONG.

One day, I woke up with a steaming hangover. Staggered into the shower, turn the temperature all the way down (it was summer, and boiling, and cold shower + hangover = feeling a *little* better), and commence washing. I finish up, get dry, and hang my towel up as normal. I then fling the bathroom door open, to find a very bemused looking plumber, in the midst of a boiler repair. A quick cry of "fuck", and I dissapear back inside to get my towel, making a more appropriate exit the second time round.

You'd think I might have learned my lesson, but no. A few scant weeks later, I once again find myself able to relax, memories of the aforementioned incident having faded. Indeed, I've taken to walking over the corridor, rather than running. One happy morning, I find myself half way across, bollock naked as always when a strange man in a suit rounds the corner - and immediately freezes. Given my position, there was no other option. I gave him a cheery wave, wished him a good morning, and continued my slow and naked stroll back to the bedroom.

Poor man.
(Merrep, Thu 28 May 2009, 15:37, 1 reply)

There was the opening scene in a hardcore porn movie, right there.

( Dixipoos Bye Bye Blackbird, Thu 28 May 2009, 16:27, closed)