Someone installed a tension pole type four shelf corner caddy for shower products on my sister's bath tub. The idea may be good but having little guard rails just 3/4" above the shelves sucks when the shelves are loaded with 10 to 12 inch high 20 ounce bottles. Fortunately, they were all plastic except for the 16 ounce can of shaving cream Rusty stuck on a shelf.

Everytime Rusty reached for a bottle or even just bumped a shelf there was an avalanche of bottles, accompanied by a blue stream of "blessings".. The plastic ones produced more frustration than pain. The shaving cream can was another story. Toes don't like hard rimmed cans.

Finding no soap among the miriad of hair wash/rinsing/conditioning products Rusty settled for a blue bottle of Jumping Berry body wash having a scateboarder decked out in full protective gear on the label. The elbow pads were on the INSIDE of the elbow, probably preventing the wearer from bending his elbows.

Rusty mistakenly squirted two pumps of Cleansing facial wash into his hand when 1/4th a pump would have been plenty. It must have taken at least 20 gallons of water to rinse all that stuff off the face and neck.

Thinking that gray thing was a bar of soap, Rusty grabbed something hard and nearly rubbed half his cheek off with a pumice block.

Another mistake was using Strawberry Princess body wash on Rusty's legs and feet. That stuff made the tub so slick Rusty was afraid of his feet going straight up in the air and busting his keaster.

In order to dry his feet, Rusty TRIED to sit on the toilet lid. Evidently his bum was covered with Strawberry Princess which made the lid too slick to sit still on. There were visions of ending up with his bum wedged between the stool and the wall with his feet sticking straight up in the air with one leg either side of his head.