I was re-caulking my shower today and my mind wandered to various shower mishaps heard and experienced over the years. Thought I’d share:
My dad was recently taking a shower and noticed the frameless glass sliding door was rolling back from the wall slightly leaving a little gap. “No problem”, he thought. He’d just lift the door a little, roll the little wheel slightly and solve the problem.
“No need to finish my shower and clothe myself before lifting 50lbs of unstructured glass”
So he lifts the door which flexes the glass slightly which must have compromised the strength of the glass which completely shatters and flies everywhere.
Not everywhere. Luckily the men of our family are not known for, umm, so anyway he cuts the shit out of everything from the shins down. Sliced mostly through the tendon of his big toe. Cut the crap out of his feet.
He rinses off the blood, wraps himself in towels, cleans up the glass, gets dressed (so the docs wouldn’t have to look at his naked ass, or think he was doing anything really kinky) takes the glass out to the trash because it was trash day and - oh yeah- then calls my mom because he “might need to go to the hospital”.
He’s ok now. My parents have a shower curtain for the time being.
Anyway - that was the first one that came to mind. I’ve got a really embarrasing one about myself I might share if you’re interested.
Somebody here posted a hilarious story along similar lines of how they were butt naked in the shower and saw a black widow, and it ended with glass everywhere and blood. Anybody remember that?
I have a funny shower related story. My boyfriend and I were showering together, and, as a girl I naturally have strict bathroom rules and phobias. Namely, I CAN’T STAND touching either the shower curtain, or the shower wall. So, whenever we had to switch places in order to get under the stream of water, my boyfriend would have to press up against either or, depending on what way I was going. This system worked fairly well, until one hilarious, and tragic day.
I opted to squeeze by on the wall side. My boyfriend, attempted to step out of my way, towards the curtain. However, he stepped not only on the bottom of the tub, but a little on the side as well, causing him to start falling. On his way down, instead of grabbing for me (which I am thankful for) he grabbed the shower caddy , bringing it crashing down on my head, shampoos, loofas, and soap flying willy nilly. The best part, was that he fell, backwards, out of the tub, landing on his back with his feet still in the tub. I could NOT stop laughing, and at the time he was a bit embarrassed, making me promise not to tell anyone. It was a promise that I, obviously, could not make.
I forget who or when, but someone else posted a great story about…I think taking down a shower curtain? Anyway, he ended up falling, sticking his foot in the toilet, breaking it, and slashing and/or breaking his foot/leg really badly. I seem to recall an international move being involved as well?
I was just thinking about that story the other day, but I couldn’t remember enough details to tell it. It would have come out something like this: “Heh, I read this funny story about this guy online. He fell in a toilet and broke it and hurt himself and he was really frustrated and people laughed at him…ok, it was really funny when I read it…wait, where are you guys going?”
Me too. But, dang! First, a “Wikipedia six degrees of separation” thread over in The Game Room got me lost in Wikiland for hours & hours; then I open this thread and wind up re-reading everybody’s Squicky Insect Anecdotes for an hour more. No wonder I have trouble getting things done!
Well, there was this time when was coloring some pieces of cloth with dark brown textile-dye. The cloth was being held under the pitchblack water by a few or my brothers excercising weights.
When the bucket had stood in the corner of the bathroom for a day, my mom, who didn’t know what the bucket was about, got fed up with it and dumped the entire bucket, invisible weights and all, in one fell swoop in the toiletbowl. Breaking the porcelain bowl cleanly in half.
She wanted me to pay the new toilet bowl out of my allowance. But as I didn’t really get my allowance anyway, that punisment sort of petered out.
There I am, lying peaceably in the bath tub, thinking about all the things you think about while you’re soaking.
The bathtub is located in an extension to the main house. The jerry-built extension has a flat roof, and it’s been raining a lot.
As I lie there, splashing gently, occasionally soaping myself…I hear a crack. OK, it’s an old house, just something shifting somewhere.
Then…all of a sudden, I am no longer floating happily in scalding scented water. The ceiling disintegrates and I find myself smothered under a heavy blanket of fibreglass insulation pressing me down towards the bottom of the bath.
I wrestle the fibreglass and chunks of plaster into submission and fight my way out of the bath. Husband laughs like a maniac (before asking 'How much is it gonna cost to fix the roof?).
I spent weeks picking the fibreglass splinters out of various parts of my anatomy. Maybe in another 20 years I’ll appreciate the humour of this situation. But at the moment, it’s still just a bit too close for comfort.
When my sister and I were in high school, my father had a heart attack and was in the hospital. My mother had died 10 years before. My sister was taking a shower and the glass door stuck. She put her knee through the glass and got a big gash in her leg. She had to drive herself (without a license) to the hospital with me in the passenger seat to take care of the paperwork – I was 14, she was 15 – and do it without my dad knowing about it because he would freak out and probably have another heart attack. She needed stitches. He found out about it later, when my aunt and uncle told him.
My scary shower experience is actually what made me decide to get a roommate a couple of years ago. I had just adopted my cat Joey and he was about 9 weeks old at the time. (I adopted him because of the gecko that had fallen from the ceiling onto my face as I tried to go to sleep one night, but I digress.) He followed me from room to room and liked to sit and watch me shower through the sliding glass doors, being inquisitive about why I would subject myself to a constant stream of water. One night as I leaned forward to grab my shampoo bottle he decided to try and take a flying leap into the shower with me, slamming into the doors with a loud thud. He wasn’t hurt or anything but he scared the ever loving muffins out of me and I jerked at the sound of the noise, hitting my head on the shower wall. I fell back and landed on my butt, dazed but consious, and sat there thinking about what would have happened if I had knocked myself out. I would have drowned in the shower and no one would have known! It could have been days before anyone stopped by to see why I stopped answering the phone and going to work! Living on my own was not safe! So 2 months later when my lease ended I got a 2 bedroom with a friend, secure in the knowledge that I was much less likely to die in the shower or in a cat related accident.
I did find a thread where he made a reference to it, though. Maybe if you ask nicely he’ll tell it again?