A blood curdling scream of pain could be heard over the water running in the Master Bathroom Shower.
“Honey—are you all right,” Sweetie yelled back at him?
She could not imagine what could have caused such an outburst.
Now a litany of profanities could be heard “streaming” from the shower.
“Honey–what is the mater,” Sweetie asked as she entered the steam filled room and pulled back the shower curtain?
There was Honey curled up on the floor holding his foot–blood streaming toward the drain–the shower water masking any possible tears.
“I wrenched my foot,” he said with a whimper.
“How did you manage that–in the shower,” she asked?
Honey nodded toward the shower handle that was now laying on the floor of the shower.
“Good thing your foot was in the way–it might have broken a tile,” Sweetie smiled–relieved.
By Charles Buell, Real Estate Inspections in Seattle
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