VIII.

Friday, 12 May 2006

Wednesday, 23 June 2004

Upstairs.

The house was not so very immensely (add more adjectives that denote big size here) spacious; or maybe it is. nobody knows for sure. the place seemed to expand as one walks along the hall to the many rooms that divide the upper level, or the bathrooms.

there were four sets of bathrooms on the second floor alone. Unlike the common bathrooms where the shower/bathtub and toilet bowl are separated by a curtain or sliding door, here the shower and toilet are in separate rooms. perhaps the owner anticipated a sizeable amount of human traffic in the house, and made sure that while four people are doing their business, four others may bathe or shower at the same time.

it could also be that the owner detests wet toilet floors.

of course, this poses a small inconvenience for some who'd like to bathe immediately after taking care of business. well, it's not their house, so nobody complained.

You may be wondering how people in this house can bathe, poop or pee in privacy with everything being see-through. I don't know either. they pretty much minded their own businesses in that house unless they were in the same room together.

in one of these bathrooms, Techie Idiot -- Techie to friends who thought it best not to remind Techie of her technological incapacity with every mention of the name -- was pampering herself with a Shu Uemura ginseng mudpack (to tighten the pores) and a chocolate head treatment for her long silky ebony-black tresses while soaking in the tub. She was tired after playing delivery crew for the day.

"What do you say, rubber ducky, do you think i'm vain?" Techie asked the toy she was holding with both hands.

The rubber ducky looked like it was afraid to answer. Either that or it couldn't answer. Techie's hold was tight around the neck. Smart ducky.

Techie realized she forgot to put in bath salts. She went to get the container resting by the sink. As she stepped out of the tub she noticed her toenail polish was chipping. "Hmm...time to get yourself a new pedicure Techie!" she said to herself, admiring her foot.

That's when she noticed three people sitting on the counter, directly below her. A caucasian woman, an oriental slightly younger woman, and a south asian man eating rich red round thingies like there was no tomorrow.

"Wai--hey!! Are those my--!" she exclaimed, dumbfounded.

She kneeled down and started banging on the floor with her fists. "Mic! Likewise! Harriene!!! Those are my tomatoes!!!"

She started for the door, then decided she didn't want anyone to see her with all that gunk on her face. "At least leave some for me...," her voice trailed as she watched Mictlan, Likewise and Harriene chewing in sweet surrender. Unbeknownst to Techie, her ebony-black hair has turned auburn.

"Darnit. As Kerastase is the best treatment for my hair I shall get you for this!!"

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the end?