Bathtubs, Part II More than seven months passed before Handy Hank arrived to begin work on my bathroom. First he had a backlog of work. I’d already told him I wasn’t in a hurry. But after a couple of months, I began to wonder if I’d been forgotten. About two…
There stood outside in the bright sunlight five or six sad, rusted, rejected-for-something-newer antique-looking bathtubs. I spread a beach towel in one and scrunched down. Rested my head against the slanted back of the tub. Studied it. Measured it. Was I really going to do this?
Almost all of the female responders’ first instinct was to flee and call for help.
Almost all of the male responders’ first instinct was to confront/attack.