joy of joys
my friends, tonight I fixed my shower.
This is huge. HUGE. This was by far the worst shower I’ve ever had to endure. There was so little power that it took a miracle to properly clean yourself. It was less than a mist. it was a moving fog.
And because this mist was so weak, the water would be icy by the time it reached your skin. In order to clean myself with warm water I’d have to cup my hands over the shower head, let water accumulate, and then throw the handful of precious luke-warm water onto my dirty skin. This is not an exaggeration. I did this every morning.
Tonight I took that thing apart and fixed it. Now I have a jet stream of hot water pumping out of that shower head like a firehose. and I am happy.
here’s a haiku:
he’s a magic man
mike d, he fixed the shower
he’s got magic hands
