Return of the Shower Man

Friday brought a Health & Safety issue. I kind of like these cos a)they make me feel important and b)it’s the nearest I’ve ever got to living life on the edge.

Anyway, the issue was reported by the Herbal Essences guy, the only one as far as I’m aware who actually uses the shower. I was asked if I had 5 minutes so trundled down to see him, whereupon the H&S representative was also grabbed and we all headed for the shower.

The shower is in a tiny room with a small sink and some shelves. The cleaners also use it to store the bulk loads of toilet rolls and paper towels that they order in. So, standing uncomfortably close to the H&S representative and Shower Man I was informed that the stacking of the toilet rolls and paper towels was an issue. True, they towered in a wobbly stack above my head, but I really didn’t need a demonstration of how they could topple (vigorous prodding of the toilet rolls) and what could happen if they fell (tapping of the head).

I swiftly agreed that Something Should Be Done and backed out of the shower to the sniggers of my colleagues.

A precarious situation thus averted, I happily trotted back to my desk.