A horse is a horse...

Feb 17, 2006 12:39

[EDITED for clarity]

Oh boy.

Last night, my brain was obliterfried (thank you Dead Ringers' Dubya) by my Epileptic Adventures, and I was half alert this morning.

Last night I placed my wire clothes horse in the only available space it wouldn't get damaged [EDIT:in the corner my washer and glass shower cubicle make, in the bathroom], since my new bike took its old place in the lounge.

There was enough room to close the bathroom door. Barely scraping the wire horse's corner.

I'm a big guy, and I just ZOOM into that room.

And I was dazed and disorientated.

100kg of weight collided with a solid wire clothes horse, which collided with half of the exposed shower cubicle.

Can you say hairline glass cracks boys and girls...?

It (the glass wall) bulges INTO the shower, and teeny pricks(/slivers) of glass remain on the outside.

The last wire-grid glass wall I destroyed was the old shower at the old house. Cost the insurance, but cost my folks for the hole I made in the bathtub with the corner. Chattered the grid to bits. If THAT hadn't landed IN the tub and me OPPOSITE, I'd have been VERY bloody that time.

The only thing I can think to do this time is...nothing. I don't have cover.

FRELL...!

showers, wtf, whoops, frell, glass

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