Have you ever noticed, that the people who design shower fittings for hotels, come up with a different arrangement for every hotel? You check in to your room, strip off and stand naked, staring at the latest in plumbing subtlety. You pull this lever and push that one. You twist this knob and turn that handle. Then you repeat the process in the opposite order. Change the push for the turn, and the pull for the twist. After five minutes or so, you finally get water. From the lower outlet. To fill the bath. 
Now you alternately move each knob or lever in turn, in an effort to get the water to come out of the shower outlet. Up. Down. Over. Back. With your right foot holding in the main lever and your left hand pushing the upper handle, you turn the dial with your right hand. Presto! Water from above. Boiling water! Hot enough to strip your skin. Jump back in sudden shock and bang the back of your head on the hand basin. You delicately hold back the shower curtain and peep in at the steaming cascade. You consider different strategies to get your hand to the taps, without scalding your arm. In this venture, you are unsuccessful! However, at the cost of a second degree scald, you do manage to adjust the hot cold balance. It is now too cold!  
Never mind, it will do. The thought of restarting the whole procedure is far too intimidating. You step in and get wet all over. Then you look for the hotel supplied soaps. These come in three separate containers, individually coloured and unfamiliar. You are cold, wet and naked, and you do not have your glasses. Each container is identified by very small and illegibly coloured print. You turn them, lift them to the light, squeeze them, (what good is that supposed to do?), turn them upside down, and eventually, pick one at random. You wash you body in conditioner, your hair in body cream, (what is body cream?), and discard the third. 
Finally, you turn off the cold tap first, so that you get a last scalding from the remaining volcano sourced geyser squeezer. That’s when you realise that you forgot to get a towel before you came in, and it is on the shelf in the bedroom.