Bubbles or Isn't it Ironic
I quickly discovered the bath salts hadn’t all dissolved. My bum was sitting on what could only be described as wet sandpaper. I tried not to move too much as I brushed the offending rough salts away with my hand. Then again I slid into the calming lavender scented tub. The fragrant bubbles were…….. over powering ….The lavender scented bubbles were stinging my eyes and the bubbles were spilling out onto the floor.
My bum was chaffed, my nose was burning, and my eyes were watering. I blindly fumbled for the tap to run cool water to calm down the bubbles as I sightlessly searched for a towel to wipe the offensive bubbles from my eyes and nose. I bumped the tap with my elbow (funny bone) causing the water temperature to drop rapidly.
But, determined to fulfill my spa like sanctuary I lowered myself slowly into the tepid water. I cleared my mind drifting off into the smooth jazz sounds filling the air…..ding dong, ding dong, the smooth….ding dong, ding dong,….! I stood up covered in bubbles which quickly found their way to the floor. I grabbed my robe knowing I had to answer such a distressing and repetitive door bell ring. I managed to avoid slipping in the bubble puddle and ding, dong, I answered the door………………………..ding dong! Standing in front of me with apple cheeks and a sweet smile, was a little girl with a wagon full of things for sale. She asked me in a soft voice “would you like to buy some scented bath salts?”