Not the hairnet episode of yore, but an equally silly look I managed to acquire whilst running errands yet again.
First of all, when you renovate any part of your home you encounter “first world” problems you didn’t anticipate. Our fancy schmancy shower has a door-to-floor clearance of an inch. No fun fluffy shower mats or rugs. No plush memory foam mats. No beautifully woven mats. Thus, I am on attempt number four to find the solution.
Attempt number three was the cause of my public grief. I thought I had discovered the perfect rug. Simple, with an elegant line matching the “spa” theme of my dreams. Additionally, it appeared to be large enough to accommodate the wide swing of the shower door. The rapture and thrill of finding a necessary, yet boring household good swept over me. I carried that rug around proudly.
As I placed it at the cashier’s caring hands, I looked down upon my purple overalls – carefully chosen as they had another day of wear left in them. I was white with fuzz. The cashier was aghast. I was apparently dumbfounded as I purchased the rug anyway, assuming it would work and I could throw it on “air” in the dryer. However, I found myself having to borrow the lint roller from the employees and proceed to roll it around my body with all shoppers watching. It was pretty bad.
Thankfully, I’ve lived long enough to find very few moments embarrassing anymore. By the way, the rug is a nano-millionth of an inch too long. The door doesn’t like it. Thus, I’m on attempt number four.