We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Don't use bathtubs much unless my back needs a hot soak. I do have a bathtub story though.
My mom and an aunt, both mature and widowed by then, were once traveling together on a tour of a few countries in Europe. They were in Paris and finished and into the hotel for the evening.
Mom wanted to go walkabout but Auntie wanted to stay in the hotel and soak in "that beautiful old bathtub!"
Well, Auntie, rest her soul, was a rather robust woman by that point and, unbeknownst to Mom, laid down in the "beautiful old bathtub!" and promptly suctioned herself to the bottom of it.
Mom is a heck of a walker and didn't return for a couple hours or more. Auntie couldn't get loose, try as she might. Couldn't reach the faucet to add some warm water either.
Mom finally returned to the hotel but once she gets to laughing she's no help for anything let alone springing Auntie free from bathtubs. Auntie, however, was not about to seek outside help in this matter so she needed to wait, and fume, until Mom could regain something resembling control of herself.
My kids use the tub about every other day, ages 5 and 3. Showers aren't as fun, I guess.
For anyone else its only function is as the bottom of the shower. I've never understood why people (mostly women) enjoy getting into a steaming hot bath tub to sweat their asses off. Every time I've taken a bath I've rinsed off with a shower afterwards.
I am a big guy, and modern tubs are simply to small for anyone but children. Fortunately I prefer showers, but there is nothing like a hot soak on special occasions.
Wonder of wonders, I found a genuine tub in a motel room. It was a modernish hotel for truckers and oil field workers (a clue?) located just below the Northwest Territories in Canada. I had been out in the cold temps during the night in March. When I got back to the room I enjoyed an honest hot soak for the first time since 1996.
Thanks to my dear, late, wife I've had exposure to Japanese culture.
The correct way to take a bath is (of course) to shower and scrub furiously first. Rinse off completely. Clean the tub thoroughly (if you used it to shower) and only then fill with hot water, adding whatever Epson salts or bath oils you need.