I absolutely love the infinity tub. Actually, l love whoever designed it for giving me something to laugh about this morning. It would take a short book to detail how bad an idea this is. I can see the flooding bathrooms everywhere as the more mathematically challenged users draw their baths only to discover to their dismay as they slide…
I absolutely love the infinity tub. Actually, l love whoever designed it for giving me something to laugh about this morning. It would take a short book to detail how bad an idea this is. I can see the flooding bathrooms everywhere as the more mathematically challenged users draw their baths only to discover to their dismay as they slide into the warm water, anticipating a relaxing soak while admiring the beautiful view (perhaps of a wall or toilet or maybe one of those equally awful sinks) only to discover too late that they have miscalculated their body volume and the lip drain can’t keep up with the overflow from the rising tide. Perhaps, after cleaning up the mess, they will conclude that it might be better to fill it fully once they are settled in. Again they slide in. They begin to relax as the water level rises to engulf their aching body. The stress of the day (in particular the stress from cleaning up the flood from their last attempt) begins to fade away. They smile to themselves as they imagine enjoying the peaceful uninterrupted view over the water once the tub is full. The moment approaches. Finally the water level gently breaches the lip. Ahhh, peace at last.
Wait a minute! The realization comes. Every time I breath or shift my arse or move in any way at all the water level changes and some water floods out and I have to touch up the level. And every time a little water breaches the lip I have to listen to the random water torture drip as it trickles down the drain.
I never quite understood why people enjoy soaking in their own filth. This tub does nothing to enlighten me.
I absolutely love the infinity tub. Actually, l love whoever designed it for giving me something to laugh about this morning. It would take a short book to detail how bad an idea this is. I can see the flooding bathrooms everywhere as the more mathematically challenged users draw their baths only to discover to their dismay as they slide into the warm water, anticipating a relaxing soak while admiring the beautiful view (perhaps of a wall or toilet or maybe one of those equally awful sinks) only to discover too late that they have miscalculated their body volume and the lip drain can’t keep up with the overflow from the rising tide. Perhaps, after cleaning up the mess, they will conclude that it might be better to fill it fully once they are settled in. Again they slide in. They begin to relax as the water level rises to engulf their aching body. The stress of the day (in particular the stress from cleaning up the flood from their last attempt) begins to fade away. They smile to themselves as they imagine enjoying the peaceful uninterrupted view over the water once the tub is full. The moment approaches. Finally the water level gently breaches the lip. Ahhh, peace at last.
Wait a minute! The realization comes. Every time I breath or shift my arse or move in any way at all the water level changes and some water floods out and I have to touch up the level. And every time a little water breaches the lip I have to listen to the random water torture drip as it trickles down the drain.
I never quite understood why people enjoy soaking in their own filth. This tub does nothing to enlighten me.