Adventure Challenge – Day 82: Showering with my Sink

I flew to New York this week and stayed in a itty bitty boutique in Flushing called The One Boutique. The lobby is a bit misleading. It is quite fancy and impressive with it’s big decorative entry doors, couches full of throw pillows and clean and shiny surfaces.

When I got to my room, it was 9′ x 11′. It consisted of a bed and a desk. The room was seperated by a glass wall at the foot of the bed. On the other side of the glass wall was a toilet and a sink. Only when you looked up did you see the shower head. It reminded me of the time I spent in Budapest, but smaller.

It confused me at first sight about where my shower was. The shower head came out of the wall above the sink. Too exhausted to do anything else, figuring out how to shower with my sink became my adventure. The sink had two faucet handles. One for hot and cold and one for directing the water through which faucet/hose. If you were to wake early in the morning in a tired stupor and you were to turn the right knob thinking you were getting cold water to wash your face, you could very well completely soak yourself with the shower. This is hypothetical of course. 😉

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Crawling into my little glass walls with my sink I managed to poiint the shower head away from the sink and got a nice warm shower. It was near as bad as I thought it was going to be. The sink worked nicely as a shelf. Only halfway through my shower did I realize that my toilet paper was now soaked (you would think they would put up signs or something) and the hair dryer that sat in a small basket connected to the sink was now fully drenched. This just seems like a bad set up to me.

Content and tired I quickly stepped out of the shower to grab my dry clothes. I stepped into a 2 inch puddle that extended across my entire bedroom floor. My dry clothes were no longer dry. The glass door did not keep the shower water in and as a result my room flooded. I’m just glad I was not sharing a room with anyone. I’m sure the sight of me scrambling around my room naked trying to mop up all the water and salvage what dry clothes I had was quite a sight. I’m sure housekeeping was happy the next morning to find my floor completely covered in wet towels and bathroom mats.

Now I can say I’ve showered with my sink and lived through drenching my suitcase.

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About strokeofred

I am from Kansas and I have traveled all over the world. I am an artist, and I have a business brain. I love skirts and tennis shoes. I like to get dirty and ride motorcycles. I am sensitive and I can be mean. I love nature, and believe in protecting it. I love to laugh, and feel better after a good cry. I can be stubborn and impatient. I am constantly growing. I am open and free. I look to be inspired and love to inspire. I play guitar and secretly want to play drums. I have a puppy that brings me great joy. I love hugs, cuddling, holding hands...and wrestling. I love the mountains and the beach. I have to make a pilgrimage to the ocean at least twice a year to balance myself. I believe in balance in all things. Traveling is a passion, and meeting interesting people from all over the world is the perk! I have small town values, and big city dreams. I love beer, hate wine. I believe that what you put out comes back. I believe and live by the belief of treating others like you want to be treated. I enjoy stimulating conversation, and a good sense of humor. Caffeine is my drug of choice, and coffee over chess or good conversation is my luxury. I am strong but sometimes feel small. I strive to be my authentic me.
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