Zen bathrooms.

Her husband came home from work one evening complaining about one of his clients. He is a carpenter and had recently been passed around between a group of yoga instructors who needed work done on their houses.  These ladies, all certificate waving masters in the art of inner calm, were proving to be more difficult than their outward impression of kindness had initially suggested.

“You know,” he said, exhausted, “people are really zen until you renovate their bathrooms”