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This is the shower in my circa 1960’s studio apartment in DC. It was built in a time when people didn’t let aesthetics get in the way of a good shower. When water pressure was something everyone believed in. When people had a healthy fear of danger, leaving bathtub walls low, hand grasps ready, and bathtub floors a little bit bumpy. When being prepared was valued, and like an aquatic nuclear shelter, showers held every type of shampoo, conditioner, razor, soap, shower gel, exfoliant, loofah, shower puff and wash cloth one might possibly need during one’s time in the shower.
But now, things are different. Modern hotel showers may look good, but danger, inefficiency, and creepiness can lurk behind any trendy curtain/door/wall/half-wall. In TSR, I travel the globe with my high showering standards and report back so you know what shower awaits you.
After a long, sweaty day returning kickoffs and running button-hooks against the best athlete's that EPA's climate science and economic modeling branches have to offer, I was certainly looking forward to a fine showering experience in Aerlie Center's Farm House room #20. What I found, would cause even the bandits from home alone to think twice before entering to wipe the tar and feathers from their unsanitary bodies.
ReplyDeleteFirst off, the door to the shower, while present ... would not close. This caused splash and leakage to seep onto the bathroom floor, causing the potential for slippage upon my eventual exit. The threat of such a calamity weighed deeply upon my conscious, not allowing me to fully enjoy the shower experience.
Secondly, there was no "ease-in" period. The shower had insufficient standing room and my experience began with a rush of fluid to the face, never a good way to begin an evening.
Lastly, the towels were waaaaay too far from the shower stall. Meaning, I had to leave the warmth of the shower in order to dry myself ... this hampered my ability to ease back into the real world ... the splendors of the shower were instantly ripped from my grasp, and the cold rush of reality consumed me, not unlike the cold breath of Scott Loomis himself asking me to engage in a trust fall.
Rating: 2 bars of soap.