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My shower buddy Let’s face it; the drought is bad, really bad. Lake Lanier will be dry in 71 days, and Lake Altoona before that. What’s a person to do? Well, I may not have the answers to everything, but I’ve come up with the answer to this one. We all can conserve water by showering with a buddy. Who knows? I may even win a Nobel Prize for this idea. My solution to the drought came to me while eating dinner at the fire department. I was elbows deep in a huge plate of spaghetti and meatballs when I said, “Guys, I have the solution to the water shortage. All we have to do is have shower buddies.” When I looked up from my dinner, the table was empty. To say that my comment about shower buddies didn’t go over too well with the guys would be an understatement. When I finally found one of my fellow firefighters, he said that I had to look elsewhere for a shower buddy. Getting off from work the next day, I headed home very excited. I had to inform The Wife that I was soon to become a Nobel laureate for my water conservation idea. I told her what the guys at the fire department had said. Usually very supportive of my ideas, the reaction from The Wife wasn’t exactly what I expected. She replied, “I love you, but I’m not going to be your shower buddy.” Then she wagged a finger at me and added, “And you had better not look anywhere else for one!” I left the house dejectedly and drove to the one place that a man was guaranteed a good time. The one place in this county that a man can get anything he wants, as long as he has enough money. Walking across the parking lot, I was again excited to know that as soon as I entered the establishment, I’d be welcome. I explained to the nice lady at the front counter what I needed, “I’m looking for a shower buddy.” She smiled and said a lot of men come in for the same thing and pointed me in the right direction. There, halfway down Aisle 1A, on the second shelf, was my shower buddy. Walking happily back up to the counter, I made my purchase and thanked the lady for her help. With my five-gallon orange bucket in hand, I left the giant hardware store with the orange roof and headed home to a much-needed shower. It wasn’t long after that my orange bucket was full of water. Careful not to spill any of the precious liquid on the hardwood floor, I made my way to the front door. That’s where The Wife stood in my way. She asked, “And just where do you think you’re going?” I explained that I had showered with my buddy and now was going to empty the water around a thirsty tree. She responded, “First, you need to put on some clothing before you go outside. Remember what happened last time? Second, how about calling a nursery to see if used shower water is okay to use around outdoor plants and trees?” “What do babies have to do with plants and used shower water?” Frustrated, The Wife gave me the phone book and told me to look up the number to a plant nursery. After the phone conversation, I announced, “Plant Guy said that used shower water was fine to use around plants, bushes and trees.” I grabbed the orange bucket and started towards the door where the Wife stopped me again. After drying off and putting on some pants, I watered two small trees with the water from my shower buddy. Once back inside, I grabbed my keys and told The Wife I was headed back to the giant hardware store with the orange roof. She said that there was no need. We could both share the same shower buddy. “The Plant Guy said we could recoup all the water from our washing machine too. I’m going to need a larger bucket. Now my new shower buddy will have a big buddy.” The Wife just smiled, gave me a hug, and watched me drive away. I think she’s really happy that all I’m bringing into our marriage (and into our laundry room) is a 55-gallon orange drum. login to post comments | Rick Ryckeley's blog
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