rub a dub dub
someone upgraded the showerhead. it now has more modes of operation than my first electronic calculator. the first is this run-off-the-mill shower spray, not very exciting, but highly practical.
with a twist of the user-friendly plastic mode selector ring, the spray reshapes itself into three pulsating jets of water, supposedly for the purpose of massaging one’s tired muscles. with the water pressure in these parts, the jets massage nothing save perhaps the tip of my left pinky. the third mode is more exciting, comprising nothing more than a single, directed jet, great for shooting ants off the walls. it’s only when you switch to the forth mode that things get spectacular. the water emerges in a fine mist… the purpose of which eludes logical reason. it might have been okkkaaayyy for showering with, but the thing, being undirected, blooms from the showerhead in an omni-directional cloud and gets into my face, pissing me off.
sigh. whatever happened to buckets, a rag and a bronze tap?
Gary @ 27 Jun 2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »