I hate plumbing
Pulling into my parking space, the new shiny water heater was clearly visible.
Jumping up and down, I cried “Glorious day!” to the House Gods.
Hot water = Hot Shower
Yes, no more prison-style showers for yours truly. Now my new, elevated shower head can rain down on my head. My days of doing the limbo are finished!
I ran into the house, threw down my bags. Ran to the sink, cranked the hot water knob. The exhilaration boiled over in me until I could feel it ooozing out of my eyes in the form of tears. Pure Happiness!
Drip
Drip
Drip
What? No pressure?!?!?!
Panic. Merde. Maybe the water is shut off to the house? I cranked on the cold water.
GUSH
Hot water once again.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Fell to my knees, eyes towards heaven. It was an Al Bundy moment.
What a surprise.
Thank you.
Not even this huh.
What is it?
Is Oprah right? Are you a big fat woman?
All I wanted was a hot shower, a stinking hot shower! I will even settle for a strong trickle!
Just this once, can you show that you can love even Cliff?
Great stuff Clifford. I enjoy your humor…
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