The $5.00 Shower

God! I should of taken pictures.........
Driving down the lone stretch .............

There she was.......  a mannequin standing alongside the road........ not at all  unattractive ..... wearing a head band and sunglasses....
She had a sign around her neck and the placard  read....... HOT  Showers........ $ 5.00.....

I slammed on the brakes and went careening sideways......... a dust cloud billowed up... How could I even think of refusing her?  For it had been days.........

I wandered up to the old Motor home sitting on blocks just behind her ..... and peered into the darkness...   'Hello' I announced...  'Come on in' I heard a voice... as an aged yellow lab came towards the front of the motor home and he and I were at the same eye level......  gosh I hope he does not bite... raced across my mind... thinking of a facial wound....

Making the step upwards and into the once rolling abode.. was a fellow seated wearing  a  Camo... field jacket  he was fully bearded.......... and reminded me of my old friend Tom in Costa Rica... who is now deceased....

How is it going today?  he asked...  I retorted..... I saw your sign for Hot Showers....  I could probably use one... I mentioned........

Where are they I asked?... looking towards the darkened rear of the Motor Home... hoping that was not going to be the case... back in there................. he said... and pointed to a sign just visible through the crazed and dirty side window.... over there... just outside........ the sign beckoned ......  'Showers and an arrow in Blue Lettering...

He said.... gimmie $5.00................. I wondered what brand he drank?   fair enough...... I reached in my Wallet and pulled out and handed him a fin....    Much appreciate........ he remarked........ same here I am sure....

Off to the Showers..... I hear a woman Screech... nearby seated in a collapsible chair by a fire ring.. the whole place smelled of smoked Mullet...   the nearest being 2 thousand miles away I am certain......

'Did he give you the Key....?'  She bellowed.....  No .........No key.............'Do I need one?... enter the 3rd player.........an aging gentleman with a weathered face and  green eyes   wearing a cowboy hat came toting 3 sets of Keys.....

and escorted me to the showers... with three doors standing wide open.... and he handed me a key.... I looked at him and said   'What For?'

He half disgruntled assured me ... I needed the key ...... so he would know how many people were using the showers.......... OK............ Whatever....... I took the Key......

Now the Shower:

There was just enough room to shut the door.... I hung  my well used green never to be replaced  travel pack on a hook... struggle to get my clothes off and step onto the wet floor from previous user....  EWE,  thoughts of athletes foot   conjure.............  I pulled the curtain back... and... low and behold.... an already been used lady's pink  razor and  a mini bar of soap.. with wrapper lay... in the soap dish... with a nice glob of black hair off to the side of the Entree' .........  I wonder if she was pretty?..... she must of shaved her legs I surmised..... Was that some beaver hair I saw  there?

it was hard to move in there.....The  bull in the China closet syndrome you know .... brushing the narrows with the  slick walls....

one thing for sure... you better add some cold to it  because ..... it was hot enough to Scald the hide on a Pig in that dandy little shower....

The $5.00 Shower.......... I put my dirty clothes back on.... sans socks and underwear...  and went and rented a motel room....   a treat for the nearing end of my little  excursion.........

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