Once Over Lightly

ONE NIGHT a year ago, I was shaving at about midnight in a shower room at a summer resort (if anyone is interested, there was a good reason for shaving at that weird hour) when a young fellow who was very, very much under the influence reeled in and announced that he needed and was going to take a shower. This he proceeded to do, and for the next few minutes the shower room resounded to the clangs and thumps of my loaded friend crashing around in the tin shower stall.