No no, don’t say it. I know what you’re thinking—
“Those gosh darn millennials will say anything to make you click their links.”
Well I have news for you.
You’re wrong.
The thing is, I’m not even a millennial. But there really is a sloth in my shower!
Or at least… it feels like it. You see, the shower curtain has printed on it a delightful rendition of a large sloth climbing on a tall, pointy building. Since we’re in New York, I can only assume that it’s the Empire State Building, but I’ve never actually paid enough attention to verify.
It’s charming and funny and everything that a shower curtain should be.
However, while I was showering tonight, I caught a glimpse of a dark, hulking form on the other side of the curtain from me, and I was so startled that I jumped, slipped, and almost fell right into the rusted out shower rack that’s just waiting to infect me with tetanus.
Apparently my peripheral vision had forgotten all about that darling sloth, and instead told my brain that there was a real-live human standing right there, just waiting to murder me.
All I wanted to do was to take a nice, relaxing shower so that my brain could figure out what to write about.
Instead I took a very startling shower. However, I ended up figuring out what to write about, so I can’t say it’s a total failure.
Please watch this video and tell me it wouldn’t have sent you plummeting to your tetanus-filled shower rack death, too.