So, I remember my first shower ever when we moved into our last house prior to this one. My sister was hanging out with our new neighbor, Tina H. The bathroom was a sickly Pepto-Bismol(tm) shade of pink with just enough white to temper it. I was five and I was manly, so the white was absolutely essential to my ego.
I got into the shower (sorry, no details, pervert) and went about my business getting squeaky clean. As the shower wore on, I noticed that the shower curtain was getting ever closer to me, billowing in towards the center. With the first live-action Casper the Friendly Ghost movie (with Christina Ricci?) having just come out, my first thought was obviously "Oh man, Fatso (one of Casper's uncles... he was fat) must be in the bathroom and he's pushing the curtain in!"
That was the explanation I gave myself for years, me being so awesome.
And now, look at this! This, this... blasphemy!
Science, once again you have ruined my childhood.
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casper will be home in a week, you can ask him about it then. :P
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