Trapped

The damn drain in one of our bathrooms is out to get me. The thingy over the drain in the shower lifts right out. I don't know if it's actually supposed to be that way, but that's how it was when we moved it - that's how it has stayed.

It's never been an issue until today.

There I was innocently soaping up my bod when I noticed a ponytail binder stuck around the drain. I reached down to remove it, and the cover came right up. There I was, all sudsy and soapy, fussing with the drain thingy to get it back into place when the hair clip I'd just taken off slipped down the drain.

I had visions of major clogged pipes and a massive bill from the plumber. I simply had to rescue the clip myself.

I reached.

It didn't occur to me to turn off the water or yell for assistance before I slipped into Super Deej mode. I just scrunched down and stuff my hand into the drain. I could touch it, but I couldn't grab it.

I scrunched more.

As the water rained down upon me, I continued to shove my hand (and now my arm) further into the icky pipes. It had become a mission. I couldn't give up, and I figured I'd simply scour my skin to get all remnants of ickiness off when I'd completed my task.

Finally, I grabbed it - the hair clip was mine!

However, I seem to have reached too far. I squirmed. I squiggled. I wriggled.

Talk about utter frustration! I couldn't get my arm back out. I paused and assessed the situation. I was naked. The hot water was becoming warm water, but still coming down in torrents. The door was locked. I was getting sore from being all scrunched up with my arm in a drain. The cubs were outside. A was not home. I was stuck in a drain.

What to do?

It occurred to me to use shampoo - lots of it. That was easier said than done because the shampoo was on the shelf above me. Gingerly I wriggled, adjusted, stretched, and became a rather impressive contotionist as I found a way to get one of my legs up to kick the shampoo from the shelf.

Of course the damn bottle was full and landed on the hand I was using for balance. Yes, it hurt. Certainly, I belted out several rather unladylike four letter words.

I opened the bottle and worked to lather up my arm before the warm water became even cooler. Eventually, I prevailed and bingo bango - I was free.

Quickly, I scrubbed my arm then dashed out of the shower.

My next project will to get that damn drain thingy firmly secured. Hell, the next time I may not find a way to free myself!

That was my morning. How was yours?

Peace