There are few things I look forward to more than a long, languid, almost unbearably hot shower. It is one of the luxuries in life that I treasure.
Especially after a long hard workout at a ballet class, where my legs were so much like jelly afterwards that they jiggled all the way home with the effort of merely sitting upright in the car and pushing the pedals.
Yes I'm a wimp.
You may imagine, therefore, my uttermost dismay when I jumped into the shower, expecting to soothe my aching muscles and warm them into a peaceful state, and got dashed with cold water.
WHUT.
My first thought: "THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN WHEN I'M IN CANADA!"
I have had ice cold showers before. With water so frigid that I wanted to scream like I was being murdered the whole way through, but couldn't, because I was in a third world country, and the first thing you learn is not to open your mouth in the shower. That water is not safe.
Showers with water so cold that you forget it's been a hot dusty oven all day and wish for more sunshine. Showers that are made in spurts, because if you stay in the water for any longer than it takes for the first drops to make it from the top of your head to about your knees you are in danger of getting hypothermia and dying.
It is very difficult to wash long hair in those situations.
And yes, you feel "refreshed" afterwards, Mom, but that doesn't mean I have to enjoy the experience while it's happening.
But I have learned to take showers as they come, cold or hot, because it's better than having no running water at all, which sometimes happens when you travel in Africa.
However.
I am not currently in Africa. Nor am I at a survival camp. Or any sort of camp. There is absolutely no justifiable reason why I do not have hot water.
I live in a first world country. We have water heaters. We have reliable water systems. We have potable water running out of our taps!
I live in a practically brand spanking new condo building. There is supposed to be never-ending hot water at any time of the day or night, no matter what else is going on.
And it's not supposed to be my responsibility to make sure the hot water keeps coming. This is a condo. There are people who take care of those sorts of things.
And I want to find them, and douse them in a bucket of the simply unpleasantly cold water I just had to shower in.
And then I would take my newly and haphazardly "refreshed" self and pout in a corner until they fix it.
If there is still no hot water in the morning, there are going to be a lot of smelly people heading to work from this side of the parking lot.
O_O
Especially after a long hard workout at a ballet class, where my legs were so much like jelly afterwards that they jiggled all the way home with the effort of merely sitting upright in the car and pushing the pedals.
Yes I'm a wimp.
You may imagine, therefore, my uttermost dismay when I jumped into the shower, expecting to soothe my aching muscles and warm them into a peaceful state, and got dashed with cold water.
WHUT.
My first thought: "THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN WHEN I'M IN CANADA!"
I have had ice cold showers before. With water so frigid that I wanted to scream like I was being murdered the whole way through, but couldn't, because I was in a third world country, and the first thing you learn is not to open your mouth in the shower. That water is not safe.
Showers with water so cold that you forget it's been a hot dusty oven all day and wish for more sunshine. Showers that are made in spurts, because if you stay in the water for any longer than it takes for the first drops to make it from the top of your head to about your knees you are in danger of getting hypothermia and dying.
It is very difficult to wash long hair in those situations.
And yes, you feel "refreshed" afterwards, Mom, but that doesn't mean I have to enjoy the experience while it's happening.
But I have learned to take showers as they come, cold or hot, because it's better than having no running water at all, which sometimes happens when you travel in Africa.
However.
I am not currently in Africa. Nor am I at a survival camp. Or any sort of camp. There is absolutely no justifiable reason why I do not have hot water.
I live in a first world country. We have water heaters. We have reliable water systems. We have potable water running out of our taps!
I live in a practically brand spanking new condo building. There is supposed to be never-ending hot water at any time of the day or night, no matter what else is going on.
And it's not supposed to be my responsibility to make sure the hot water keeps coming. This is a condo. There are people who take care of those sorts of things.
And I want to find them, and douse them in a bucket of the simply unpleasantly cold water I just had to shower in.
And then I would take my newly and haphazardly "refreshed" self and pout in a corner until they fix it.
If there is still no hot water in the morning, there are going to be a lot of smelly people heading to work from this side of the parking lot.
O_O
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