The little trickle that haunts me...
So, I awoke this morning, feeling a little fatigued and ready for a nice, warm shower to awaken the senses. You know, it was one of those mornings where you find that your hair is matted to one side and dripping with grease, your face looks like something from Dawn of the Dead (or even better, Shaun of the Dead), your eyes look strangely like the "runaway bride" lady's (only a little more bloodshot), and your breath causes static on the computer screen as you check your email. (Ok, maybe these things weren't quite true, but I had to have a better setup than "When I woke up this morning...")
Anyway, I hopped in the shower expecting streams of warm water to come shooting from the shower head, only to find that, despite the fact that the faucet was turned on full blast, the water came out in only a trickle. Not just any trickle, either. We're talking about one of those swollen prostate, old man pee trickles. You know, plop, plop, squirt, plop, plop... Well, you get the idea.
So yeah, no water for me this morning. Turns out the well pump had joined the union and went on strike... Now, I'm no man to cross the picket line (coming from a coal mining family and all), but the pump had gone too far this time. No settlement could keep that pump from my wrath. So, I kicked it in the side and had my shower as expected (after, of course, the red-streaked water turned back to the clear to which I'm accustomed). (Actually--and many of you may have already guessed this--someone else came and fixed the pump, but let me have my fortune and glory, please!)
Oh well, just thought I would share my pain and misery... Have a nice day!
I am gone!
Anyway, I hopped in the shower expecting streams of warm water to come shooting from the shower head, only to find that, despite the fact that the faucet was turned on full blast, the water came out in only a trickle. Not just any trickle, either. We're talking about one of those swollen prostate, old man pee trickles. You know, plop, plop, squirt, plop, plop... Well, you get the idea.
So yeah, no water for me this morning. Turns out the well pump had joined the union and went on strike... Now, I'm no man to cross the picket line (coming from a coal mining family and all), but the pump had gone too far this time. No settlement could keep that pump from my wrath. So, I kicked it in the side and had my shower as expected (after, of course, the red-streaked water turned back to the clear to which I'm accustomed). (Actually--and many of you may have already guessed this--someone else came and fixed the pump, but let me have my fortune and glory, please!)
Oh well, just thought I would share my pain and misery... Have a nice day!
I am gone!