Pardon, But Your Face is Flushed
When I was a child, mom had carpeting put in the bathroom. It had been her dream for years to make that room a plush respite from the rest of life. It turned out, she loved it so much, that dad decided to run the carpeting all the way down the path into the house. Those crazy childhood days resurfaced yesterday morning when the plumbing in the men’s restroom went haywire, and precipitated some vigorous mopping from the plumbers that we keep behind a glass shield that says “In Case of Emergency.” Maybe our ancestors had the right idea. Outhouses, separated from the main living quarters. Try not to enjoy your wet weekend!