A Soothing Bath
My left heel was hurting bad. I don’t know why because I haven’t been walking lately. It usually cuts up when I start walking after not walking for a while. I will have to break out the tennis balls. Because of my heel, I opted for a bath instead of a shower. We do not have tile around the tub but some cheap crappy plastic paneling that covers up the wall/sheet rock and it seems to mold/mildew easily. It is a quickly constructed almost a beach house but not quite close enough to the beach to technically be one and poorly thrown together, clearly an attempt at a rental property that will bring in more money than it takes to maintain. Although I attempt to keep the shower/tub area clean, there are little black flat spots that show up, spots that remain regardless of my pouring bleach on them. And when I try to scrub harder, the caulk comes off and the panel becomes looser, and more the panel becomes looser, the more the landlord shoots the stink eye in our direction as if we are tearing shit up for the hell of it. The problem is there is no fan in the bathroom and if the window cannot remain open, which it cannot, because all the houses out here are built on top of each other and leveled with the next house giving the occupant direct sight into one’s house, so the room remains damp longer than it should.
I did try to forget the few black spots and carry on with a soothing bath. I had a brand new box of Vaseline Intensive Care Moisturizing Bath Beads, Botanical Garden scent. I was sitting in the tub and the water was still running. I reached over to get the cardboard box of bath beads that I left on the side of the tub. On one side of the box, there is an upside down round-triangle area with words in the center that say, “Press Here to Open.” There was a trace of a perforated line but it was not clearly perforated. I stabbed at it with my thumb. It would not punch through. I stabbed harder until the nail on my thumb bent back while a few other nails that I tried broke off. By now, the tub was getting fuller with water and my hands were soaked and my nails were soft. I look around to find anything I could use to stab the box and nothing was around. I decided to rip the top completely off figuring I would later pour the unused beads in a plastic bag to prevent them from getting moist while stored in the bathroom. I wedged my finger under a corner of the top and pulled back real hard just to be met with a small strip of paper, the seal had not been broken. Next, I tried my teeth, something I never do, and again, only a strip of paper came off. Finally, I got so pissed that I squeezed the box hard not caring if all the beads came out and I tore at the top with all my rage until a hole was made. Then I ripped the remaining part of the top off, poured a heaping amount of beads in the tub and threw the box on the floor. By then I was so pissed that no soothing bath was to be had. I just stood up and showered.