Ice cold.
Which was the approximate temperature of the water in my shower this morning. Watoosa first noticed the lack of hot water, and it turns out our boiler is down.
I had gone for a jog and was super sweaty, so I had to have a shower. After my brain processed all the impulses of frigid agony coming from every single nerve ending in my body, I couldn't help but think of the "shrinkage" episode on Seinfeld. Those of you who have seen it will understand me when I say that I may never be able to use a stand-up urinal again.
At least it happened in July, and not January!
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Good lord man, that's just way too much information! Excuse me while I go poke out my mind's eye...
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