And perhaps a dash of salt?
Sep. 30th, 2007 07:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rabidsamfanA bath is a good and glorious thing.
After living in an apartment with only a shower for over a decade, it must be confessed that selecting a new abode was made simpler for me when the choice included lodgings equipped with a large, friendly tub. Showers do for every day, but once a week I have made it my habit to ensconce myself in a vat of hot bubbly water, generally with a book in my hands and my dinner at my elbow. Often, I choose to patronize my local cafe, rather than cook my own food,in the knowledge that luxuries should be as luxurious as they safely might.
The local cafe denizens, unaware of any oddity in my prandial positioning, invariably provide the little niceties which might be required in the absence of soap and water -- napkins and so forth. Included among the sundries are usually such condiments as might enhance the viands I have selected for the evening. But occasionally, an enthusiastic packer provides more.
Tonight I dined on a cheeseburger and french fries. I had two little packets of ketchup, which I caught before they fell out of the bag, and a napkin, which I did not, and had to consign to the wastebasket in a sodden lump. But the food tasted good, the book was well written, and all in all the bath went well.
As the fragrant froth diminished and the temperature of the water began to fall, I decided to depart, and reached forward to pull the plug, pushing aside the last cluster of bubbles in my path.
Imagine my surprise when I found one of those little plastic tubs, and a loose foil cover, floating on the gentle waves.
Ladies and Gentlemen -- I have been buttered.
After living in an apartment with only a shower for over a decade, it must be confessed that selecting a new abode was made simpler for me when the choice included lodgings equipped with a large, friendly tub. Showers do for every day, but once a week I have made it my habit to ensconce myself in a vat of hot bubbly water, generally with a book in my hands and my dinner at my elbow. Often, I choose to patronize my local cafe, rather than cook my own food,in the knowledge that luxuries should be as luxurious as they safely might.
The local cafe denizens, unaware of any oddity in my prandial positioning, invariably provide the little niceties which might be required in the absence of soap and water -- napkins and so forth. Included among the sundries are usually such condiments as might enhance the viands I have selected for the evening. But occasionally, an enthusiastic packer provides more.
Tonight I dined on a cheeseburger and french fries. I had two little packets of ketchup, which I caught before they fell out of the bag, and a napkin, which I did not, and had to consign to the wastebasket in a sodden lump. But the food tasted good, the book was well written, and all in all the bath went well.
As the fragrant froth diminished and the temperature of the water began to fall, I decided to depart, and reached forward to pull the plug, pushing aside the last cluster of bubbles in my path.
Imagine my surprise when I found one of those little plastic tubs, and a loose foil cover, floating on the gentle waves.
Ladies and Gentlemen -- I have been buttered.
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Date: 2007-10-01 01:26 am (UTC)Perhaps we should ask them to try flattery, next time! LOL!
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Date: 2007-10-01 03:17 am (UTC)