The weekend began Friday afternoon in some beautiful Baltimore spring weather. I ate dinner at RA Sushi with some friends and then returned home. I had to stop for gas in the city on a street I wasn’t familiar with. I must say, watching The Wire made me question the integrity and morality of every person I saw walk by. Some guy just pulled up to the stop light in a black escalade with the rap music blaring…that could be Avon. That guy wearing the trench across the street…it could be Omar waiting to whip out his shotgun from his trench and just start blasting people away. No wait. I think I just saw Bubbles.*
Anyway, when I finally got home I put down my bag, hung up my coat, kicked off my shoes, pet the dogs, trudged upstairs, undressed, turned on the water for a bath, and stuck my hand under the water to find that, to my dreaded surprise, it. was. not. hot. I don’t know if I jinxed it, or what, but Jay and I once again fell victim to the Return of the Broken Hot Water Heater, Part TWO! It’s actually quite refreshing washing your hair with not only cold, but ice-cold water. It’s even more fun finding the right yoga position that will allow you to stick your head under the faucet in the bathtub while concurrently balancing on the nearby toilet seat and wedging part of your body between the tub and toilet bowl. If you ever find yourself in this predicament, let me save you some time and pain, I find Downward Dog works best.
Happy yoga posing,*If you don’t understand The Wire references, Bubbles is a heroin/cocaine addict who is also homeless. The Avon and Omar sightings are probably a bit of a stretch, but there are a lot of people in Baltimore who look like Bubbles!
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1 Comment:
I hate having no hot water! Once when i lived at home my parents went away for the week and the heater broke the next day. We were without hot water for six days.
It was AWFUL...
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