We just spent the last few days in Piqua, Ohio hanging out with my side of the family. Now we’re in Columbus, Ohio with Emily’s side of the family. While we’re here, I’ll also being participating in the Columbus stop of the Killing Cockroaches Summer Tour. Should be a fun day. My mom will be there.
Tonight will be the first time in two weeks that Emily and I haven’t been in a hotel room. All of these hotel stops reminded me of a very memorable hotel stop. I blogged about this a few years ago and then included the story in my most recent book. Here’s my account of the…
Panic! at the Hotel
It all began yesterday afternoon. Mark, Kem and I had just finished our workout at Anytime Fitness. Because I didn’t want to stink when I went out to eat with Perry and his wife, I decided to grab a quick shower. I had just finished lathering my back with the more the adequate bar of hotel soap, and I turned to rinse off. In the process of trying to turnaround in the shower, I lost my footing.
At that moment, my thoughts began to slow precipitously. First, I realized I lost my footing. Then I realized, I’m not going to be able to regain my footing. Then I realized, I’m going to fall in the bathtub. Then I began to realize, no, there’s no way I’m going to land “in” the bathtub. I grabbed for the shower curtain. Not sure why I did that. There was a large bar on the shower wall. Someone probably wisely put it there for people like me that have a propensity to fall when making sharp turns in the bathtub.
So, as I said, I grabbed for the shower curtain. That was helpful for a moment. It slowed the fall, but then the curtain ripped off the shower rod. By this time, by body was failing wildly across the bathroom. By the time I came to rest, my body was lodged between the bathtub and the toilet. The shower curtain was on the other side of the bathroom under the sink. The shower was still on. And, my back was still well lathered. [continue reading>>]