It took me a little bit to get accustomed to people walking by and chatting me up while I was in the shower, but kendoll took to it right away lol.
A rambling story, off on a tangent;
When I was 18 and had moved to San Francisco, I moved into Project Artaud, which had been the American Can Factory. None of the living spaces had actual toilet/shower facilities, these were installed where the once public restrooms had been at the ends of the halls. Some of the stalls had shower curtains, more or less. I did get used to friends, neighbors, and random strangers chatting me up as I showered. I was only uncomfortable once, as the guy was asking directions, didn't belong in the building, and no one else was nearby. I just kept soaping. I may have made his day.
BRC really does feel like a return to my misspent youth now and then.
we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. . . .