*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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