while trying to wrestle my hair out of her little metal hand thingies. “Bad NOLA!”
I strained with the effort against her, but she was too strong and too quick. I had managed to free only a single clump of hair when white foam began to cascade down my body.
Oh goodie, soap. I’d been worrying this was a rinse only cycle. I hoped I could get out before the hot wax started.
Along with my head being jerked from side to side by NOLA, I now had the added pleasure of being covered entirely in bubbles. I gasped and spit as the cascade of soap seemed to have no end. “No more soap,” I moaned.
“More soap,” NOLA repeated.
NOLA was E-vil.
I could barely breathe through all the flowery smelling soap. This was like a car wash but for people. I wondered if this was how they’d find me in the morning. Drowned while standing up in the shower and still fully clothed.
Having abandoned my attempt to free my hair, I just tried to remain standing, which was harder than it should have been for some reason. It didn’t take long to figure out that certain parts of the floor were moving. Of course they were. What else could I expect from a bubble bath fun house?
NOLA’s hands were now moving so fast that it felt like my head was going to vibrate off my shoulders. I reached up to steady it and something ripped. I thought it was my shirt. And what the heck was hitting my legs!
I couldn’t see anything past the curtain of bubbles I wore, which explained why I didn’t see whatever it was that slammed me against the glass.
“Oww! Bad NOLA, Bad NOLA! Stop. The. Shower!”
“Voice command not recognized.”
Not recognized! “Cancel. Deactivate. Abort!” I shrieked desperately.
“Cycle ten aborted. NOLA deactivated.”
The same glass panel that had sealed me in, the one I was also currently plastered against, abruptly disappeared. I fell out.
I never knew marble was so slippery when wet.
I skidded across the floor on my side and then crashed into the tub which spun me completely around. My three-sixty left me seated on my bottom with my legs stuck straight out in front of me. The first thing I noticed was my right shoe was missing. NOLA ate my shoe.
I sincerely hoped she choked on it.
I sat there in stunned silence. Had that really just happened? I was beat up by a shower? As the shock wore off, I tried to assess the extent of the damage. I didn’t think I was hurt too bad, except for maybe my head and my eyes that were burning something fierce.
I swiped at the foamy lather attacking my eyes and slowly stood to my feet. Stepping over the Macy shaped outline of bubbles on the floor, I cautiously approached the sink. Eyeing it as best I could, I searched for any enemy controls. It looked like only the normal levers I would associate with a sink. I didn’t see any gadgets or control panels, but I was not going to be fooled again.
Very gently, I pulled the nearest faucet lever towards me. “Just give Mama a little cold water,” I pleaded.
Not coming any closer, I watched as the water flowed down the sink. When I was certain that it was just a normal sink with a normal faucet, I began getting the soap off my face and out of my eyes.
Grabbing a hand towel, I went to stand in front of the full length mirror next to the tub. I looked like I had been through a hurricane. My hair was sticking out every which way. There was also a big red spot on my forehead where a knot was rapidly forming. I moved the hair aside and leaned forward to inspect it a little closer. I wasn’t sure my bangs would be sufficient cover.
Letting my hair drop back in place, I moved on to inspect my clothes. The shirt I had been wearing was barely recognizable. It had been a button up long sleeve. Now, one sleeve was ripped off entirely and pooled around my wrist. The other had a long gash in it. The top half of the buttons had been ripped off and it was split up the back. Amazingly though, it was still tucked into my jeans.
The right half of the
I strained with the effort against her, but she was too strong and too quick. I had managed to free only a single clump of hair when white foam began to cascade down my body.
Oh goodie, soap. I’d been worrying this was a rinse only cycle. I hoped I could get out before the hot wax started.
Along with my head being jerked from side to side by NOLA, I now had the added pleasure of being covered entirely in bubbles. I gasped and spit as the cascade of soap seemed to have no end. “No more soap,” I moaned.
“More soap,” NOLA repeated.
NOLA was E-vil.
I could barely breathe through all the flowery smelling soap. This was like a car wash but for people. I wondered if this was how they’d find me in the morning. Drowned while standing up in the shower and still fully clothed.
Having abandoned my attempt to free my hair, I just tried to remain standing, which was harder than it should have been for some reason. It didn’t take long to figure out that certain parts of the floor were moving. Of course they were. What else could I expect from a bubble bath fun house?
NOLA’s hands were now moving so fast that it felt like my head was going to vibrate off my shoulders. I reached up to steady it and something ripped. I thought it was my shirt. And what the heck was hitting my legs!
I couldn’t see anything past the curtain of bubbles I wore, which explained why I didn’t see whatever it was that slammed me against the glass.
“Oww! Bad NOLA, Bad NOLA! Stop. The. Shower!”
“Voice command not recognized.”
Not recognized! “Cancel. Deactivate. Abort!” I shrieked desperately.
“Cycle ten aborted. NOLA deactivated.”
The same glass panel that had sealed me in, the one I was also currently plastered against, abruptly disappeared. I fell out.
I never knew marble was so slippery when wet.
I skidded across the floor on my side and then crashed into the tub which spun me completely around. My three-sixty left me seated on my bottom with my legs stuck straight out in front of me. The first thing I noticed was my right shoe was missing. NOLA ate my shoe.
I sincerely hoped she choked on it.
I sat there in stunned silence. Had that really just happened? I was beat up by a shower? As the shock wore off, I tried to assess the extent of the damage. I didn’t think I was hurt too bad, except for maybe my head and my eyes that were burning something fierce.
I swiped at the foamy lather attacking my eyes and slowly stood to my feet. Stepping over the Macy shaped outline of bubbles on the floor, I cautiously approached the sink. Eyeing it as best I could, I searched for any enemy controls. It looked like only the normal levers I would associate with a sink. I didn’t see any gadgets or control panels, but I was not going to be fooled again.
Very gently, I pulled the nearest faucet lever towards me. “Just give Mama a little cold water,” I pleaded.
Not coming any closer, I watched as the water flowed down the sink. When I was certain that it was just a normal sink with a normal faucet, I began getting the soap off my face and out of my eyes.
Grabbing a hand towel, I went to stand in front of the full length mirror next to the tub. I looked like I had been through a hurricane. My hair was sticking out every which way. There was also a big red spot on my forehead where a knot was rapidly forming. I moved the hair aside and leaned forward to inspect it a little closer. I wasn’t sure my bangs would be sufficient cover.
Letting my hair drop back in place, I moved on to inspect my clothes. The shirt I had been wearing was barely recognizable. It had been a button up long sleeve. Now, one sleeve was ripped off entirely and pooled around my wrist. The other had a long gash in it. The top half of the buttons had been ripped off and it was split up the back. Amazingly though, it was still tucked into my jeans.
The right half of the
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