Let me tell you a story about the scariest thing in my apartment. Brace yourselves – it’s this:
I can hear you now ‘Well, Anne, that’s just a towel rack, an innocent towel rack. How could it possibly be scary?’ HERE’S HOW:
IT’S INSIDE THE SHOWER!
I don’t know what purpose it could possibly have there other than to be cowardly and hit me on the back of the head when I lean over to get my shampoo or to bang into my elbows when I’m using said shampoo, but, and I don’t care that it (along with a myriad of other items) is installed into the very tile of the wall, it has to go!
There are more than a few unfathomable design choices in this apartment, presumably made by the previous tenant (I know, I know, someone will inevitably say the same thing about me somewhere down the line) – it’s not so much that she made those choice that bothers me so much as the fact that I cannot, for the life of me, discern the logic behind any of them! And most of them reside in that very small bathroom.
Don’t worry, there will be a dissertation on the chaos that is the floor tile soon to come.
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I love your observation, but err, look to your Youtube footage and how it is embedded over there. Screetsch!
Anne says: Oh, is there something weird in the layout of the post? The embedded Youtube video seems to be working for me…
LOL! We have a towel rod in one of our showers but thankfully it’s at the end and doesn’t attack often.
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