Some of you who have known me for a longer period, mainly my family, will remember my old nickname: “Crash.” For those of you who don’t remember, I got this nickname mainly from my baseball days, but it has other implications as well… back in my baseball league I would always get whacked in the face with a bat, or hit on the side of the head with a ball, or run into a wall in the outfield… It also comes from my general clumsiness, what with me tripping, hitting, breaking, smashing, and generally colliding into/with things. This is one of those stories.
I was going to take a shower, so I had turned on the hot water as I got undressed. Not unusual; sometimes it takes a while to heat up. As I’m finishing, I see that the room has filled with steam, and I’m like, “damn, too hot,” so I hop into our little shower, avoiding the steaming water, but in my franticness to turn off the hot water without getting scalded I accidently turn it the wrong way. This causes the shower head to go flying off the water line, fly about a centimeter away from my skull, hit off the wall right behind me, hit my side, and fall to the ground. Meanwhile, steaming water is now shooting at the ceiling. I scream, turn off the water, grab a towel, and throw open the door to watch steam flow out into the room. Luckily my roommate wasn’t here to observe this lovely spectacle.
So our room is now a little warmer, I proceeded to replace the shower head and cautiously resume my shower, and now there’s a mixture of a bruise and a burn on my side (it hasn’t decided which to be yet). I’m a little afraid of today; I think Bordeaux wants to kill me.
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