It’s disconcerting to shower under armed guard.
I reached for the shampoo and found myself staring down the barrel of an assault rifle. I tried to ignore the row of uniformed soldiers who silently watched my morning ablutions, but I couldn’t. Their eyes stared stoically off into the distance, but I thought I caught an amused grin on one fellow’s face when I reached for my cranberry-apricot body scrub. The fact the soldiers were only three inches tall and made of plastic didn’t ease my discomfort. With a soapy hand I turned each one of Sam’s G.I. Joes to face the wall. Someday, I’d like to shower alone/
Cindy Hval
(aka CindyH), Front Porch.
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DFO: Thought you might like to read HBO’s CindyH when she’s writing for SR $$$ and not doing battle with TUBOB, chair and whip in hand.