You can learn a lot about people by visiting them in their homes. Color schemes, knick knacks, window treatments, florals vs. solids; these important details can often provide a tiny glimpse into the hearts and minds of the residents, illustrating their passions, hobbies, and personal habits.
A spotless kitchen, for instance, with nary a gadget in sight and a fridge covered in take out menus, may be indicative of a homeowner who prefers delivery to dishes.
A worn lazy-boy located front and center in a living room which boasts a television set larger than the square footage of most three car garages could be a sign that someone spends their days (and nights) glued to quality programming such as ESPN, ESPN 2, ESPN IX and ESPN For the Divorced Dumbass Who Chose ESPN over His Wife.
And some of the most intimate details of a person’s life, of course, can often be found in their bathroom. Electric toothbrushes, air fresheners, anti-wrinkle cream, one-ply toilet paper; the bathroom is a breeding ground for personal information (raise your hand if you’re a liar and have never opened someone else’s medicine cabinet) and can offer true insider information on the people in your life.
So imagine my horror when I went to use the bathroom at my best friend’s house, someone I thought I knew well, and my sense of sight was assaulted by um, this in her bathtub: