So I was drinking beer while I was in the shower, yeah yeah call me an alchy all you like but I was equally disgusted with my dirty body as I was with the thought of drinking my already opened beer warm. I was really chuffed at my great idea and multitasking abilities, then finished off, stepped out of the shower and realised I had no towel. That ego smile vanished instantly. This is how life manages to keep me level headed, by balancing achievements with failures.
With the thought of someone seeing me through the suddenly seemingly excessive amount of windows without blinds in my house, I decided begrudgingly (and after imagining some innocent person wiping their face on it) to use the hand towel – it gets washed just like the other towels right?. I dried off, got dressed and stepped out of the bathroom to see a pile of clean towels outside the door. Daaaang, i’d forgotten about those. Ah, life, you always manage to have the last say! One last kick in the groin when I think I’ve beat you!