raindrops keep falling on my head . . .

I have a shower fetish. Nothing can make my day like a great shower. And nothing can ruin it like a bad shower, either. When Corey and I moved into our apartment in Berkeley seven years ago, one of the first things we did was purchase one of these babies. This is a serious showerhead. A long arm that raises the shower high above even the tallest head (like mine). Little holes everywhere that make it feel like a rainstorm. Lots of great water pressure. Pure shower bliss.

It would be just my luck that the showerhead that came with this fantastic new apartment . . . well . . . totally sucked. A few streams of water trickled from it, starting at the level of my neck. That's right. Shouldn't a showerhead start at my HEAD???

Anyway, two days of that was enough to drive anyone crazy, so Corey and I moved the good showerhead into the new apartment right away. An interesting thing happened, though, when we installed it. I think it originally came with a little washer that restricts the water flow, but we took it off at the old place since the water pressure wasn't that great. Here, though, we have torrential water pressure. We have tsunami-grade water pressure. We have Niagara Falls water pressure. We could provide hydroelectric power to a small village in Africa just on the energy generated from one shower. That's the kind of water pressure we're talking about here.

And I honestly can't even stand under the thing at full pressure now. It brings me to my knees. It pins me to the bottom of the tub and I have to yell for help, praying that I won't drown in the rapidly rising puddle before someone rescues me. Meera's no use, of course, since she hates getting wet, so I have to wait for Corey to come and turn off the water so I can stand on my own again . . . and he always makes fun of me for it.

And that's no good.

Plus, a neighboring tenant commented to me the other day that she found it odd that she didn't have hot water in the mornings any more. I smiled. Half of the city probably doesn't have hot water in the mornings because of this thing.

I think I'm going to have to bite the bullet and get one of those little washers. I never thought I'd ever have too much of a good thing when it came to showers, but I've obviously met my match . . .

Posted: Thu - March 4, 2004 at 11:17 PM

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raindrops keep falling on my head . . .

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