I had to laugh at this image:
I laughed because I *do* check behind shower curtains, especially if I’m at someone else’s home. But not because I’m worried about a murderer. No, it goes back to an incident from childhood.
When I was about seven or eight years old, I had some neighborhood kids over. We decided to play ‘hide-and-seek’ in the house (which we had been forbidden to do, but then what’s the fun in that?). Another girl and I decided to hide in the only bathroom, behind the shower curtain.
We were very, very, quiet.
So quiet, that my mother didn’t hear us when she came in to use the bathroom.
My friend and I, sitting side-by-side and cross-legged on the cool porcelain, silently turned our heads to look at each other, our eyes wide as we realized what was happening. Then as we heard a tinkling sound, we had to choose one of two reactions that young girls have when surprised…giggling or screaming. My friend and I chose giggling. At which point my mother chose screaming.
Ever after that, I always check behind the shower curtain, in case some mischievous child is skulking behind the curtain. And ever after that, my mother has always had clear glass shower doors.
And another day, I’ll tell the story of what finally cured me of playing hide-and-seek in the house.