The ship is taking on water(s)!
Everybody! Quick! Grab a bucket and start bailing this old tub out. . .
No, seriously, as the (self-appointed) Captain of this ship â€“ I have to inform you that one of the games that I have been playing is one of those pretending type of games where when the bath tub starts filling up with water . . . I pretend that I am actually in a sinking ship . . . which is kind of odd â€“ since never in my wildest imaginings would I figure that I would be taking a shower while going down to meet Mister Davey Jones at the bottom of the deep dark depths in a sinking ship â€“ but I guess that is kind of beside the point.
Usually I wait until the water gets just over my feet â€“ but not quite to the ankles. I wait because I donâ€™t want to be a ninny (yes â€“ I said it) who freaks out over a splash of water on the deck . . . boats tend to get water in them from time to time. Conversely â€“ I absolutely have to start fretting way way before the ankles â€“ because by that point . . . things really are looking grim â€“ and the crew (the ones that havenâ€™t already abandoned ship) are generally ready to keel haul me straight into the shackles in the brig to pay a fishy fee for all of my worldly misdeeds. As if they were any kinds of saints while they were traipsing about the land loving shores of â€˜Peco Peco Bayâ€™ during all of their miserable lives anyway . . .
One day I guess I will have to figure out what in the world is actually wrong with the (nameless at this point) boat â€“ why water is always seeming to come in â€“ how that can be fixed â€“ and also on a slightly different note â€“ how to build some sort of bridges between the crew and I so that whatever problems that this sinking ship scenario has brought up can be ironed out once and for all . . . perhaps a pot luck?!