Remember that time we visited the coast and walked in the ocean... remember the feel of the water at your feet? Oh wait, you have never seen the ocean and definitely never walked in it - Dumbass!
This morning however, I awoke to my very own ocean. My feet plunged from my bed that was seriously thinking about floating away as my 3 inch rise shower floor was breached by someone else's foul shower water.
My feet touched the cold floor as usual as I awoke drowsy eyed and prayed the alarm clock had lied and that there really was a few more hours of sleep to be had. As my feet traveled their usual path to the bathroom and the door opened, water GUSHED up and around my feet like a dam that had just broken it's stronghold on the mightly river. Ewwww. That was the thought process...plain old ew!
Yesterday we had the same issue. Except that we could blame the water all over our floor on our suitemates who take irregularly long showers. Called in an emergency work order then. At 10pm, a gentle looking fellow arrived and attempted to fix our water problem with his handly little tool bag and a bright red plunger. However, to no avail --- still broken. We were promised that 1st thing in the morning a snake would be traveling down our shower and discovering the deep clog that was wreaking havoc on my floor.
Today however, I have yet to see that gentle fellow with the big snake that was promised. Today, even after refraining from the shower (all 4 of us poor girls without a shower this morning) -- viola, more water all over. Worse than the day before.... I swear, all the showers have joined forces to attack our shower. I am not sure what it did to piss off the shower goddess, but I sure hope our shower is on his knees groveling for mercy.
Of course our shower must have a masculine attachment. I would hate to think that I enjoy bathing myself in the presence of a female shower. I like thinking that my masculine shower enjoys watching me wash my lithe body daily, sometimes twice. And, with my shower being shared by four girls I am pretty sure my shower is all horned up and very sexually frustrated. All the looking and only getting to touch my feet and the occasional hand. Poor guy, no wonder he is on strike.
Hello big snake, where are you -- GET YO ASS OUT HERE AND FIX THIS! Make my manly shower happy and release his tension. I love water, really. But walking in the ocean at 7am in the privacy of my room is not cute anymore!
Greatly appreciated!
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