In sleep-deprived delirium last night I bathed according what my impaired senses and judgment deduced was the local custom, a jacuzzi tub that i could not stop up, with a nozzle oddly placed by the toilet which I adjudged to be the shower hose. Clean-ercize!, I thought as I hopped from jacuzzi to toilet to get nozzle back into jacuzzi to shampoo. Repeat, rinse.

It was not until I concluded these exertions and was toweling that I noticed the seperate, first-world shower stall next to the sink and realized that the nozzle by the toilet was part of the bidet.