The Shower House

This week in English stuff happened.  We watched the video of Twelve Angry Men.  Now I have no lead in for these stories.  I guess this little warm time has reminded me of things I used to do in the summer, in particular camping.  Now in the summer time my family and I go camping.  We used to do it quite a bit but now we only go up to Lake Erie, but in my youth we went all over Ohio camping in various camp grounds.  We do not camp in a tent we have a small popup camper.  In this story we are at the Delaware camp ground.  Not the state.  I think I was about 5 and my father and I were at the shower house.  The shower house was full and there were about 6 showers in the house.  I was showered and waiting for my father to get dressed so we could leave.  Now at the age of 5 I was just learning to read.  So I was board and I was rooting around in the shower bag and I found a stick of deodorant with large letters that I could read.  Now this was no ordinary stick of deodorant, this was a stick of deodorant borrowed from my mother.  So when I got that stick of deodorant I read for all to hear what brand of deodorant my father used.  LADY SPEEDSTICK was what I announced to all that could hear me immediately follow by the laugh of the whole shower house.  Sorry Dad.

                I will give you one more story from my camping adventures.  This one also takes place in the shower house at about 3 years later.  The shower house was again pretty full and my father and I were setting out our shower things.  My father reaches in to the bag and pulls out a bra and pink underwear.  My father turns to me and says, “Are these yours?”

“No, are they yours” I asked.

Then a guy standing next to me says, “Hey guys no need to play stupid.  If that is what you guys are into we will not anyone.”  Then the whole shower house again broke in to laughter.  I am so glad that in both of these situations my father is somewhat humiliated.  Finally I am not the only one that looks like a fool.