Why is my head in the cupboard?

I could make today's blog an NY travelogue:
* The subway (fun)
* Staten Island ferry (glide past the Statue of Liberty, for FREE!!!)
* Times Square (not square at all)
* Grand Central Station (oh, so grand)
* Rockefeller Tower (stupendous views from the top)
* Fifth Avenue (window-shopping at Tiffany's)
* Metropolitan Opera House (for ballet, not opera - Puck was outrageously athletic)
And all this in one day.

BUT, what you all want to know is...
why was my head in the cupboard???

My hotel room is a homage to the art of being compact. It has what you need - a bed, a closet, an air-conditioner (sticking out the window like all the best movies) - but little else. The restroom (spot the NY lingo) is amazingly similar in size to the one on the plane - including a shower. But my greatest delight is the sink. Like all else, this is small. No problem - sinks don't need to be large. Above the sink is a small, mirrored cupboard. Very useful, I hear you think. Mmm... yes... except...

The sink is about twelve inches deep. The cupboard above it is eight inches deep. That leaves four inches of leeway to get your head above the sink while cleaning your teeth. My head is bigger than four inches!

Can I twist my head sideways to fit? No.
Can I duck under the cupboard, while imitating Quasimodo? No.
Can I miss the sink, and dribble over my toes instead? Definitely.

Two days on, I found the solution: if I open the cupboard door, and stick my head (diagonally) into the cupboard, squeezing between two shelves, I gain almost three inches. Just enough to save my toes.

I shall have lasting memories of New York - but one of the most vivid will be sticking my head in a cupboard...