Friday, January 16, 2004
Our Poor Abused Shower
or Wife 2, shower 0
Last night while I was over at James’ house for game night, the phone rings. Which through me off since last I had heard he had cancelled his service. Anyhow… for once it was for me. Thinking my wife was calling to tell me some crushing (or super good) bit of news from DJ. Nope, I couldn’t get that lucky. She called to let me know she broke the nob that you turnsthe water on with in the shower. I was a wee bit mad (understatement), but what could I do about it right then? Anyhow I went on with playing D&D and tried to forget about the whole thing until I got home.
Once home I went up and looked at the damage. By this time I was well over being mad about it, there really was no point in being upset about. The damage was all to a sleeve of plastic that is part of the nob. It broke and no longer grips the… well what ever its supposed to grip to turn the water on and off.
Anyway since there really isn’t much story here other then to whine about something else… I will tell a related story.
A few years back we are going to take a trip to San Antonio. Our flight was at some ungodly hour, and we both got up at the same time. She went to take a shower, I went down stairs to eat and sneak a nap in. So I am eating and watching TV, and I can hear the shower running. About 10 – 15 minutes into my wifes shower I hear this huge crash, like she had just dropped a brick in the shower.
I thought “maybe I should go see what they was” and I muted the TV. Well I could still hear her moving around so I didn’t think she was hurt. I admit I was an ass for not running to me wifes aid right then. A few minutes later the water turns off and I go up stairs.
By the look on my wifes face I know SOMETHING happened, or SOMETHING is really wrong. She tells me she broke the shower. I go and look and the soap dish is laying in the tub ripped from the wall.
Ever seen anyone throw a five gallon bucket of gas on an open flame? Yup that’s sort of how I felt. I don’t remember how I acted but I bet I was a complete jerk about it. Anyhow I asked my wife how this happened, or how she did this or WTF happened… something like that and the story was… “I was shaving my legs standing up and I was resting my foot on it.” But what I heard was “I was standing on it”.
Anyhow, I didn’t fly off the handle or yell, I was sort of beyold yelling at that point. I went on to that mode that my father and I have where we should be upset but instead we just give up, do what needs to be done and get it over with. I duct taped some plastic over the big gapping hole in the wall and we put the soap dish in the sink. I resigned myself to knowing that I would have something to fix when we returned from vacation, and my wife learned to never step on soup dishes to shave her legs.
Hmm I am sure that she is going to kill me for telling that story...
Last night while I was over at James’ house for game night, the phone rings. Which through me off since last I had heard he had cancelled his service. Anyhow… for once it was for me. Thinking my wife was calling to tell me some crushing (or super good) bit of news from DJ. Nope, I couldn’t get that lucky. She called to let me know she broke the nob that you turnsthe water on with in the shower. I was a wee bit mad (understatement), but what could I do about it right then? Anyhow I went on with playing D&D and tried to forget about the whole thing until I got home.
Once home I went up and looked at the damage. By this time I was well over being mad about it, there really was no point in being upset about. The damage was all to a sleeve of plastic that is part of the nob. It broke and no longer grips the… well what ever its supposed to grip to turn the water on and off.
Anyway since there really isn’t much story here other then to whine about something else… I will tell a related story.
A few years back we are going to take a trip to San Antonio. Our flight was at some ungodly hour, and we both got up at the same time. She went to take a shower, I went down stairs to eat and sneak a nap in. So I am eating and watching TV, and I can hear the shower running. About 10 – 15 minutes into my wifes shower I hear this huge crash, like she had just dropped a brick in the shower.
I thought “maybe I should go see what they was” and I muted the TV. Well I could still hear her moving around so I didn’t think she was hurt. I admit I was an ass for not running to me wifes aid right then. A few minutes later the water turns off and I go up stairs.
By the look on my wifes face I know SOMETHING happened, or SOMETHING is really wrong. She tells me she broke the shower. I go and look and the soap dish is laying in the tub ripped from the wall.
Ever seen anyone throw a five gallon bucket of gas on an open flame? Yup that’s sort of how I felt. I don’t remember how I acted but I bet I was a complete jerk about it. Anyhow I asked my wife how this happened, or how she did this or WTF happened… something like that and the story was… “I was shaving my legs standing up and I was resting my foot on it.” But what I heard was “I was standing on it”.
Anyhow, I didn’t fly off the handle or yell, I was sort of beyold yelling at that point. I went on to that mode that my father and I have where we should be upset but instead we just give up, do what needs to be done and get it over with. I duct taped some plastic over the big gapping hole in the wall and we put the soap dish in the sink. I resigned myself to knowing that I would have something to fix when we returned from vacation, and my wife learned to never step on soup dishes to shave her legs.
Hmm I am sure that she is going to kill me for telling that story...
