At a recent engagement in Chicago I took Tracy along and added a couple of extra days to the trip for some relaxation.
Tracy loves Chicago and "The Magnificent Mile" on Michigan Avenue is a shopper's paradise.
She loves to shop, eat and go to shows.
On this trip I booked a nice older hotel called "The Allegro.
It was right next door to one of the theaters.
This hotel's bathroom wasn't very big.
It had a small ledge over the sink and toilet that was suppose to hold all of our toiletries.
After the show and dinner it was quite late so we came back to the hotel room and went straight to bed.
Well, about 4am I woke up and had to use the bathroom.
Not wanting to disturb my sweet little wife, I felt my way along the wall to the bathroom and decided to sit down so I wouldn't have to turn the light on.
As I was sitting there, I felt a strange warmth on the back of my legs.
My first thought was that my directional aim was off and that I was probably getting my boxers wet and would have to change them.
I reached down to change the directional flow, if you know what I mean, and suddenly all of my senses kicked into gear.
I heard a weird sizzling sputtering sound, strangely enough I smelled something burning (hair) and it was at that moment that I actually felt a burning sensation.
It hurt, it really hurt.
I jumped up from the commode and ran into the bedroom area screaming - "Oh My God - Oh My God".
SOMETHING IS WRONG, SOMETHING IS WRONG.
"I WAS SITTING ON THE TOILET AND SOMETHING WAS HOT AND BURNING ME AND MAKING A SIZZLING NOISE.
" I did knock the lamp off the night stand in the process.
Tracy jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom and flipped on the light only to find her curling iron had fallen in to the toilet with the hot barrel half submerged in the water of the toilet bowl.
I was close behind and when I looked over her shoulder at the commode I saw the curling iron submerged in the toilet bowl with the hot prong sticking straight up.
The toilet water was actually bubbling.
I had never experienced anything like that before.
I could have been electrocuted or severely burned in the most precarious spot.
That curling iron must have been there for hours, so the water was boiling hot and the protruding end had to be oh so close to damaging my manhood.
Tracy began laughing hysterically.
Of course she claims that she didn't start laughing until she was sure that I wasn't hurt.
Funny, she couldn't stop laughing the rest of the night and to this day every time she shares the curling iron story with our friends she bursts into laughter.
I will never ever go to the bathroom in the dark again!!!