April 29, 2013

Bathus Interruptus.

Aaaaah...! At last, a nice hot bath all to myself. Or so I thought.

Seriously? In desperation,I call on Lady Liberty herself, the most immoveable symbol of personal freedom I can think of, to essentially imprison myself in this bathroom in the name of performing my ablutions uninterrupted.

As usual, the Lords of Irony have the last word.

How do you  get your "ME" time?

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