Sunday, December 18, 2011

Showering in Sinks (written in Pennsylvania)


*Picture is of sink on the Southwest Chief.  The sink in the Capitol Limited lounge car was much cleaner.  I actually did not wash my hair in this sink, but it's the only sink picture I have.  So, I posted it.

Brad told me to make sure I remembered my flip-flops.  He said they’ll come in handy, and I trusted him because of his experience with limited shower access.  I’m glad he reminded me.  I didn’t remember flip-flops and promptly put a pair in my bag.  My big black bag.  Is it Mary Poppins that just keeps pulling shit out of her purse?  Maybe I saw something like that in Harry Potter, or maybe I’m just thinking about my Mom.  I don’t know.  Whatever it was (even if it was all three), that’s what I felt like when I was unpacking for my “shower,” if you can even call it that.  

As you all know, thanks to Brad I remembered my flip-flops.  He wasn’t here, however, to remind me to remember them when I went off to take my shower in the sink.  So, when I was standing in the Lounge Car bathroom stark naked except for black polka dot white socks and my pink and white Pumas I figured I’d just roll with it.

Showering in the sink was, well, an experience.  I decided to not think too long about whose hands were in that sink.  I also decided to not think too long about the limited amount of surfaces I had to place my chemical bag.  Roll with it I tell you.  Roll with it.  Side note--I had Tony read this post to get a feel for my writing style.  He sprays down the bathroom with cleaning chemicals.  Go Tony.

I will take a few thoughts away from my first Amtrak faux shower.  Thank God for Hillary Wings-Richard and her husband, Clint (Vito’s regulars), who provided me with a hygiene care package and also chocolate bars.  And thank God for wipes……..love me some wipes. 

In conclusion, I do feel much better and surprisingly slightly cleaner.  So, we’ll call it a win.

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