Recently, I went to a conference in Spokane. My flight home landed quite late, and it was an hour drive from the airport to my house. By the time I got home, it was just past midnight. A time that I know, from experience, that my wife is usually in bed but not yet asleep.
I had texted her when I landed, and texted her again when I got to my car and started home. When I got home and went into the house, I assumed that she heard the front door opening, heard me shout, “It’s me, I’m home,” heard the dog barking at me, etc.
She was in the bathroom when all that happened, with the fan on and the water in the sink running, so she had not heard all of that. The first indication she had that I was in the house was when I walked into the bedroom and said “Hi, sweetie, I’m home.”
I can assure you, she let out an honest to God, full-throated scream that would not have been at all out of place in a horror movie.
My shower curtain is held up by a tension rod, but it rests on the edge of the tile. However, my curtain rings are metal, if anything gave it would be the rod’s hold on the wall
Several weeks ago I fell in the shower. The floor was soapy, my feet were soapy, my hands were soapy and the curtain was soapy. I was not able to stop my fall by grabbing on to the shower curtain.
When we remodeled, I had my contractor install a grab bar. Now that I have an arthritic knee, I’m really glad I did. I also had my shower curtain rod installed in a very strong manner.
As I get older I’m getting more and more scared of falling in the shower. I bought us a Kahuna Grip bathmat and I feel much safer now. This thing is amazing. Even with shampoo or or soap residue, your feet stay put.
My husband is the same way. We recently replaced our tub/shower with a walk-in shower. He put a grab bar on the long side and one on the short side opposite the shower head.
When characters in a TV show are watching TV themselves, there always seems to be a sonorous-voiced announcer who says something like “We now return to Mr. Magoo Meets the Smog Monster!”
Has there ever been a real life incident where thieves or spies disguised themselves as catering staff to steal something during a big party in a giant mansion?
Look up Luis Resto. His hand wraps were soaked in plaster and padding was removed. He wound up going to jail for that but not long enough. That was in 1983. I expect much worse happening in the 20s and 30s.
How often does someone attack and injure someone non-fatally, only for someone else to come along (independently of the initial attacker) and kill the victim? I’m sure it’s happened at some point, but I’m also sure it happens a lot less than in Perry Mason or some cop shows.
Perry Mason did it so Perry’s client is not the murderer but it’s reasonable for the cops to suspect Perry’s client. Cop shows do it so they can fill some airtime catching the battery suspect and then, twist!, they still have to find the murderer.
Back in the '80s, I was sitting on the grass outside a truck stop near Madison, WI, at four in the morning. (I was hitchhiking from Minneapolis to Milwaukee and back.) I looked up and saw a skunk waddling straight toward me about ten feet away.
I didn’t scream but I sure as hell moved out of his way fast while I still could. I don’t know how good the night vision of a skunk is, and I really don’t want to find out!
or has anybody ever worn a smoking beneath their wetsuit - dove across a body of water and then joined a formal reception with perfectly ajusted attire?
how does one put a neoprene-wetsuit on while already wearing a smoking? what happened to the footwear?
See, those are all problems we managed to ellude, by not becoming a spy for the Queen.
Correct me if I am wrong - but night vision is not the feature of a skunk you should be afraid off … ;o)
