For a moment there, i didn't know if I was going to survive. I took a step to turn the handles off and my right slipper [its a backpackers bathroom, slippers are a necessity] slipped on something. I teetered on my right leg, my hand desperately trying to grab onto something solid. My life flashed before my eyes. Memories of playing with Lego men and monopoly flashed before my eyes.
I knew I was going down.
There was only one thing I could do, and that was to take the fall as tastefully as possible. As I turned my shoulder to take the brunt of the damage I failed to compensate the position of the hot handle. A knob hit behind my ear and a knee hit the edge of the tub. Thus, I fell from grace. A man, no longer in the lap of the bathtub gods. A man forsaken by cleanliness. Oh why great Zeus?
Alas, I came downstairs, dejected and sad. How could I make this tragic start to the day fall onto the right path. Then it hit me. Peanut butter and jelly toast.
So it was written, so it was done.