I had a Final Destination* moment today.

I was taking a shower. I set the shampoo back on the little shelf that hangs off of the shower head. Somehow the shelf had slid out a little bit, so my shampoo caused a chain reaction knocking all of the other bottles out the back of the shelf and down to the tub. One of the items, a tube of face wash, landed squarely on the lever that controls the water temperature, knocking it to scalding. It then promptly wedged behind the lever, hindering my attempts to turn the water temperature down.

What did I do to piss off death??

*For those of you who haven’t seen Final Destination, it’s a movie about people who get off a plane just before it is going to crash. Because they escaped Death, he comes back for them in the form of the most elaborate, over-complicated (and easy to stop) scenarios the writers could come up with. In Death’s defense, I’m sure he gets tired of taking all the texting-while-driving car crash victims and saw this as his one opportunity to have some fun.