Ugh. Okay, when I was a kid, I went to a special Jewish camp. I really didn’t want to go, but my mother made me insisting it was “not a punishment, but a privilege.” I still tease her about how stupid an argument that is, but then again, mothers are prone to believe stupid things, like, whatever they like, you’ll like, or you should like, because she likes it.
Anyway, for the first three weeks there, I refused to shower, for the simple reason that I didn’t have a shower at home, I was used to baths. And man, I really must’ve stank, because at one point when our counselor was punishing us and making us stay in the bunk, he made me sit way over on the other side, because he just couldn’t stand the smell.
That’s right, readers. You remember that smelly kid who never washed, and everyone hated? Well at this camp that was me. And I’m sorry.