Yesterday, before dinner, I decided to shower off my travel germs. I turned on the shower to let it warm up while I walked over to the vanity to grab my toiletries. On the vanity, I noticed a mirror. A super-magnified, lit-up mirror. I took a peek in the mirror and gasped at what I saw. The image in the mirror had pores the size of the Grand Canyon. Clearly, the mirror was broken because I'm certain my pores aren't that big. I sat down and stared at my zillion imperfections. I grabbed my tweezers and went to work on my eyebrows. Oh my gosh, is that a whisker on my chin? What the heck? This is what forty looks like?!
I think they put this mirror in every room, hoping that the guest will take a look, be completely disgusted at what they see, and rush to make an appointment in their spa. In fact, I think a spa menu was sitting right next to the mirror with "facial" at the top of the list.I was a woman obsessed. Twenty minutes must have passed while I sat there attempting to reconcile the image in the mirror with the image I had in my mind. At some point, I snapped back to reality and remembered I needed to get in the shower or I was going to be late for dinner. I walked back to the bathroom where the tub was just about to overflow. The tub was plugged up and I hadn't even realized it! Oops.
I plunged my hand into the water to open the drain, then, just as quickly, removed the skeletal remains of what was once my hand. The skin had completely melted off. The water was 4000 degrees. I guess the fact that the water was actually boiling and had smoke swirling above the tub, eluded me. Yep, it takes a special kind of stupid to scald yourself while bathing.