Tub

  I prefer baths to showers.  I always have.  It reminds me of my childhood.  A word of advice:  never lose your inner child.  I take baths and listen to music. It is the nicest part of my day to be in a hot bath and listening to my stereo.  Today, it was Stevie Ray Vaughan.  Showers are okay, if I don't have a choice.  It is just relaxing to be in a bath.

 This brings me to an experience, when I lived in a condo in Greenville.  The buildings were close to one another, and they formed alleys between each building.  My bedroom was on the second floor and overlooked the alley and the back of the next building.  The guy, who lived in the opposite condo, was a bit overweight.  I'm being nice.  He probably weighed 300 pounds.  Every morning, unless it was storming, he would come outside on his porch; strip down to nakedness; and stand in a metal tub to take a bath.  Even in the rain and the cold, he would have this ritual.  Unfortunately for me, I would see him from my bedroom.  I wanted to look away, but it was like watching a car wreck.  Maybe, he was too large to fit into his tub inside, although those tubs were pretty big.  Maybe, he was a nudist.  I never met him to find out.  He was the real-life "ugly naked guy" character from "Friends".

 I would hope that we would have thunderstorms in the mornings, because it wouldn't have been safe for him to stand in a metal tub with water.  Although, I secretly wanted for him to test the laws of electricity.  Some of the condo's residents complained about his show every morning, but the owners said he was within his rights to do that on his property.  If he had been a supermodel, and she was bathing herself outside, it would have been vastly different.  If anyone sees me taking a bath outside on my porch, call the folks with the rubber rooms.