Shower Designs

I’ve been framed. No, I must admit, I was present at the scene of the crime, but it wasn’t me. It was the homeowner. He did it. I protest my innocence. Look at me, can’t you tell I was framed. Here I was, a glass shower door, sitting in the bathroom area, minding my own business, when they decided to frame me.

You can do the identification parade. Let me describe myself for your convenience. I am made entirely of glass – ¼ inch thick, obscure glass mind you, so you can’t see through me. I fit into an opening with the size of 24 inches and I stand 64 inches tall. Ask the home owner, he’ll tell you. He did the measurements.

Now, he leaned me against the wall. He and his buddy were both here, doing the measurements and some other installations and somehow I knew something was going on. They were constantly touching me and measuring, leaning me up against the wall and before I knew it, I was framed!

Now I am a sturdy fellow. I’m not easy to break. In fact, I’m even harder to break now that they have framed me with a rust-proof aluminum chrome frame with a magnetic seal. This experience is not going to break me, no way, it’s going to make me even harder. Watch and see.

But I have to tell you how they framed me. First they took my measurements, patted me down, turned me this way and that. That’s harassment, they already knew my size. Then the home owner, he measured the frame. I could tell just by looking at it that it was a big frame. Bigger than me.

Then he placed it against me. ‘Hey’, I said, ‘what are you doing?’ They ignored me and just kept on going. First one side was done, then the other. Before I knew it, I was completely framed. Hinges and door handles were also placed on me.

And then, if that wasn’t enough, they placed a tracker onto me. Just look, right at my feet, there’s a rubber track. When I assume the closed position, I’m tracked so tightly, water can’t seep past me. I don’t know if I should be happy or sad about that, but generally who wants to have their every movement tracked? Not me.

Now to all of this injury, insult has been added by giving the authority to open and close me to the door handles. I don’t care how beautiful and shiny they look, I don’t think they should be the ones deciding when I open or close. Wouldn’t you agree if you were in my position? I, tell you, I’m in an absolute pickle and I suspect it’s going to get a lot worse.

Tell me something, do you think I can make a call to my lawyers? I do believe someone should stand up for me. It’s a crying shame that a beautiful glass door like me can be framed without this matter been seen through from start to finish.