My first Japanese apartment's shower confounded me. Behind a small smoked-glass door down the hallway from the tiny separate toilet room was a small room with a plastic floor and a bathtub. There was no curtain rod, and I couldn't imagine why some idiot had installed the showerhead on a wall in the middle of the room instead of properly above the bathtub where everyone knows it's supposed to go. Every morning I would irritably stand in my curtainless tub and aim the showerhead to shoot water halfway across the room into the bathtub, wondering just how difficult it would be to remove the showerhead and install it correctly.
Maybe a month later, I was venting to a friend about this ill design . . . more . . ....
