The end of a very long, very hot day... I think I'll take a shower. What a blissful thought. It will be cold, infact it will probably be very cold, but no problem. Unfortunately I share a bathroom with seven others and it is often all tied up on Friday afrernoons as it is this particular day. Fortunately for me I have other options as Elizabeth temporarely has her own private bathroom. So I gleefully tote my things to her bathroom to take a shower. First thing I notice is that the bathroom has no light. It has a light bulb and a switch but unfortunately nothing significant happens when I move the switch to the 'on' position. Well no worries, it will be a cold, dark shower; but algo es algo, peor es nada (to be translated, ¨something is something, worse would be nothing¨).
Ahh yes, nice...cold... shower. Despite the cold I am thoroughly enjoying myself. The first half of the shower is rather uneventful. Then right about the time I get all bubbly from the top of my head to the tip of my toes my little stream of water turns to a trickle and disappears entirely, and I am left peering out from beneath the bubbles at the dry pipe sticking out of the wall I had just so recently called my shower. The longer I stared at the pipe the less I liked it.
What to do when the neither the shower nor the sink will produce so much as a drop of water...? By now I am really disliking the stupid, good for nothing, worthless, delinquent pipe. Slowely the bubbles all pop one by one and I am left standing there all sticky-like. So I resignedly step out of the shower and start wiping off the rest of the soap, when lo and behold the shower starts up again.
YES!!!
I make a flying leap back into the shower and step under the trickle of water just in time to catch the last three drops before it goes off again.
This time I share with the worthless pipe what exactly I think of it.
Again I resignedly step out and continue to dry off the bubbles. The little spit of water seemed to have rejuvinated the soap back into bubbles. I'm still giving the shower some strongly-worded counsel when the water starts coming again.
This time I think rationally about the situation, reach in and turn it off.
2 comments:
Well...you sure know how to make bath time FUN!
I don't envy that sticky feeling that you must have felt for the next day or two...soap in your hair, on your skin...YUK!
And the shower head...it was still on the wall after all of that?? Well, you have tamed down, haven't you?? The Melissa I know would do more than have some harsh words with a shower head that played such a horrible trick on her...! But then again...no shower head would mean NO SHOWER, not even a few cold drops...so I guess there was good reason to simply give the shower head a lecture...
Silly girl...!
I hope that tubby time has been kinder to you since that day...
Did you have a nice Thanksgiving? I was telling Jenna that they don't celebrate Thanksgiving in Venezuela...since that is an American holiday. So, I was wondering if you got to celebrate at all...since you are the only American there.
We had a quiet Thanksgiving...just the three of us, nice and quiet. We set up the Christmas tree...family tradition you know...only things didn't go quite as usual this time around! I'll have to tell you all about that another time.
I LOVE YOU! You are missed...
Lovingly,
Mommy
Dear Melissa!
Op kaisa hay? Mira tk. Do you remember any of your hindi?
Wow. Sounds sticky.
How are you doing? I've been thinking and praying for you!
Thank you so much for your address!
Tata, Justina
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