One day, I was staying at a friend of mine’s apartment while I waited to leave the country for a while to live with my Wifesy. I wasn’t used to this apartment and I went to take a shower. There’s the clue for you there, “wasn’t used to this apartment” because take anything mundane and then do it in a setting you’re not used to and it can be a recipe for disaster. I got in the shower and everything was going smoothly. My friend had this super wide tub, almost like a jacuzzi tub, which is a rarity in a New York apartment. I noted the width and depth of the tub, as I was standing up and taking a shower. The…
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