I was just showering and had the ever lovin’ snot scared out of me- by myself. And my shower caddy.
So, you know how it is. Your mind is elsewhere while you autopilot through mundane daily activities. I finish my routine and I turn my back to my shower caddy (it’s one of those vertical tension rod numbers that stands in the corner of your shower) to shut off the water when suddenly I feel and half see the shower curtain yanked back and sense something swish past my back. In the initial microsecond of sensing this I think: Leif and a practical joke. But in the second microsecond my consciousness awakens, realizes I’m not at the farm or in my beloved house of yore; I’m in the bathroom at the house where I’m staying in the Big City. Leif is not here. There’s a psycho prowler in the house!
I scream like, well, Janet Leigh in Psycho.
Then through my scream I hear a crash and finally see the shower caddy which fell and threw open the curtain.
My heart racing, relief flooding through me, I laugh and then embarrassment washes over me as I remember I have 5 basically strangers living upstairs. I go silent, listening. I wait. Nope, I don’t hear anyone upstairs running about or yelling back to be quiet.
I can’t quite decide now if I should feel relieved that I didn’t have to explain why I was shrieking in the shower at 6:30 in the morning, or a bit miffed that I could be stabbed to death while all the guys upstairs slept like the dead.
I also wonder how long my throat will stay raw from that scream….