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The Foam thing?

So, have you ever been upgraded in a hotel and get the nice big jetted tub in your room?

Well, I have and it was not pretty.

I jumped into the tube at a very nice cruising temp of 102 or so. Hit the jets on and started to add some of the soaking gel that the hotel provides for use in the tub. As I was just not getting the amount of bubbles that I wanted, I added the whole bottle. Can you see where this is going here?

Between the heat and the aroma from the gel, I managed to nod off for just a few moments, moments I tell ya. I wake up when the foam starts going up my nose, the rest of the foam is about 2 feet above my head. Now the foam has not flowed all over the floor as it has created a nice wall and just moved up as the jets continued to create more foam.

I'm hear to tell you all that foam up the nose is not a good thing, no matter what flavor it is...nope, nope, not good at all.

I go down stairs to meet Mr. Squirrel who I am working with that day and start to tell him about the "Foam Incident" and he just looks at me with no real expression on his face and says, "yep, had one of those in Hawaii".

Squirrel and I then proceeded to discuss where we were going to find the right IPA for the evening meal....

Comments

Anonymous said…
I am TOTALLY blocking this out
WickedHamster said…
oh... I see...
Anonymous said…
What? Foam happens..deal with it.
Anonymous said…
Kel - you married him

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