Artephius
Well-Known Member
I've become intolerable to live with. I lurk outside the bathrooms, waiting until I hear the trickling sound of the shower being turned off. I position myself, armed with a notebook, just outside the door. They cheerfully step out, wrapped in a towel, completely unaware that they are about to be subjected to a level of questioning that would break most hardened criminals:
Me: Soooo, how was your shower?
Hapless Family Member: Fine...
Me: Great! What soap did you use?
HFM: Uhm, the...pink one?
Me: Which pink one?
HFM: It was kinda square.
Me: The one that smells like rice flower and shea butter?
HFM: You made a soap that smells like rice?
Me: Did you lather by hand, washcloth, or bath poof?
HFM: I'm dripping on the carpet--
Me: HAND, WASHCLOTH, OR BATH POOF?
etc...
Please tell me I'm not the only one to do this.
Me: Soooo, how was your shower?
Hapless Family Member: Fine...
Me: Great! What soap did you use?
HFM: Uhm, the...pink one?
Me: Which pink one?
HFM: It was kinda square.
Me: The one that smells like rice flower and shea butter?
HFM: You made a soap that smells like rice?
Me: Did you lather by hand, washcloth, or bath poof?
HFM: I'm dripping on the carpet--
Me: HAND, WASHCLOTH, OR BATH POOF?
etc...
Please tell me I'm not the only one to do this.