Do you know what I did?
So it had been a pretty productive day, and I was feeling decently proud of myself. I had cleaned the house, done my grocery shopping, washed and hung a load of laundry, tried (with uncertain results) to clean the calcium buildup off of my showerhead (anyone have any suggestions?) to get it unplugged, made 3 calls in Italian (to businesses, which counts for bonus points over friends), and been reassured that I was not going to jail for the fact that I hadn't asked to have my heater maintenainced earlier in the year. All in all, not a bad day.
So I was going out to catch the bus to go to church for the evening, and it passed me. No problem. Being the accomplished woman I am, I can run in stiletto-heeled boots when I need to. I caught up to it at the stop. The back doors were open, but I was afraid if I tried for the front, where you're really supposed to get on, I might not make it. Besides, I reasoned to myself, the doors wouldn't shut on me.
Wrong. Evidently they haven't learned about person-sensors on doors here. I got caught halfway through. There was only one thing to do if I was going to avoid being stuck there and dragged along the street by the bus. I squealed. Or maybe it was more of a yelp.
The doors opened, and I extricated myself, sans dignity, and climbed aboard. "In Italy," the bus driver was saying rather loudly at the front, "We get on in the front and get off in the back." The busload of passengers turned to look at me, and I felt it was my turn. "Yes," I whimpered. "I'm sorry?"
He asked if I was hurt. Well, only my pride, but that'll heal. It's always shown a remarkable capacity for regrowth.
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Is that something like "Pride goeth before getting squished in bus doors"? ::grin:: Thank you sharing - it's always good to know that I'm not the only one to do something silly and then try to salvage what vestiges of dignity I have left. (Like a cat who, after falling unceremoniously off the couch, tries to pretend it never happened by vigorously washing her ears!)
As for the calcium buildup, I heartily recommend CLR if it's available in Italy. Just put some in a ceramic or glass bowl and hold it up so the showerhead can soak for a minute. The professor swears by it! (And it's great to get hard water residue out of coffeemakers too, just FYI.)
Oh Hannah my Hannah! You make me laugh. And sigh. "It's always shown a remarkable capacity for regrowth." So profound.
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