Behold. My Bathroom!
The first thoughts that came to your mind when reading that title probably involved a lot of awe and wonder that I could cover such a topic, rarely written about and rarely widely discussed. I personally don’t think I need to explain why I am writing about my bathroom here, but short answer is: I spend quite a bit of time in there.
It’s true. And before you scoff or roll your eyes, think about how much time you spend in your own bathroom. I know all about you - reading your GQ & your Terry Pratchett novels, playing Angry Birds & Words With Friends. I know.
The notable thing about my bathroom here in the house I occupy is a low-tech gadget affectionately known as: the bum gun.
The bum gun is a handy water spray device conveniently located next to the humble toilet. Pretty self-explanatory, yes?
I love the explanation newcomers are given despite the nickname. And it is this: When you get food on your plate, you don’t just wipe it off and place it with the other clean dishes, do you? When you get dirt on your arm, you don’t just brush it off without washing, do you?
What’s different here? Toilet paper is not flushed down the toilet; instead you throw it in the bin next to the toilet. Toilet paper is pink. There isn’t a shower stall (which explains the tiled everything). Bum gun. It’s essentially the bare essentials.
I’ve done without a lot of the convenient appliances and comforts (hot water, dishwasher, Blue Bottle &/or Philz coffee, air conditioning, mi goreng, feather down pillows, In N Out, high thread count bedsheets, blah blah blah), and it’s a pleasant surprise finding something -like the bum gun- that I never knew I needed.
