Coconut oil scrub to be exact, but first things first…
I’m a magnet for strange. Anyone who’s read many of my stories or my book knows that. In particular, I find that more strange things happen to me in public bathrooms than most. Take that as you will.
I could even tell you about a time very recently when I visited a restroom and was interrupted by the patron in the stall next to me. Ordinarily I can get in “the zone” when I have business to attend to, but this interruption was legendary. Few sounds are as alarming to hear in a throne room than those of deep, guttural… snoring.
As you can see, I speak from a high level of authority when it comes to weird stuff (and bathrooms). Even if those stories don’t make my case, I’ve got more.
Let’s dig into my wife’s nefarious plot to bring about my demise
Let me start by saying, I love my wife. She is spectacular.
If I end up dead/murdered (even though it would be the direct result of my antics) no one should ever consider it a mystery. I preemptively confess that my relentless pursuit (see what I did there?) of bigger, better, and funnier drove an otherwise rational and kind woman to rid the world of my idiocy.
And it’s not like she hasn’t come close before.
As it happens, she’s almost succeeded… accidentally. God help me if she ever tries.
At that point in our marriage I had no reason to suspect any ill intent. We were still newly-wed-enough to believe married people like each other. Anyhoo…, when she proclaimed one day that she was going to start making sugar scrubs I told her she had my full support. They sounded delicious (I was wrong about that…). But they smelled nice and really do help with exfoliation.
Then I took a shower!
There was no Norman Bates in this story. The plot was much more simple. As it turns out, sugar scrub is MOSTLY made of coconut oil, not sugar!
Following her first foray into this new project, my wife had indulged in the exfoliating and moisturizing experience that is F@#$%&! sugar scrub for an undetermined amount of time. Once fully moistfoliated, she exited the shower and let me know it was my turn.
I don’t remember much after that except that I learned three things that day:
- Coconut oil is slippery as fuck!
- I can perform the splits.
- My wife is going to live much longer than me.
She totally wasn’t trying to kill me though. I think
Here’s where it gets… uh… slippery
If I replaced a few elements from that story with a few from your work environment, would your judgement of the circumstances change as well?
- My wife = trades-person (employee)
- Sugar scrub in the shower = unapproved process (violation)
- Me = “Safety Guy”
Now the story reads: “An employee was observed violating plant safety policy 2097.00987879.00887790880.xxv2 when she used an unapproved chemical to clean equipment. This resulted in a very serious near miss when the Safety Guy slipped in residual chemical. Disciplinary action is recommended.”
Maybe that’s a little far fetched… Maybe not.
What do you think?