Bath Time

Growing up, bathing was always an issue. Nagymama felt that excessive baths led to:

-Red Hair (which makes you look like a whore)
-All your hair falling out (well, at least it won't be red anymore)
-Kidney infections (resulting in death)

I was allowed to take a bath once a week, but showering was forbidden. Nagymama claimed that standing in shower would expose my organs and give me pneumonia. "Ve don't have insurance, so you'll die."

Once I became a teenager and aware of hygiene, this became a huge issue. I had to wait until Nagymama fell asleep and quietly wriggle out of bed, which was difficult since she tied the corner of the blanket to the mattress with shoelaces and surrounded the bed with high-backed chairs to prevent me from rolling out of bed (see also: The Movie).

If Nagymama woke up and noticed I was missing, she would start screaming and banging on the bathroom door. I had about 2 minutes to finish the shower until she was able to pick the door lock, barge in, and physically pull me out of the shower, regardless of the fact that I was naked, soapy, and really pissed...
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