Early Morning Showers
So I'm standing at the kitchen sink (hence the post category; clever, huh?), cleaning up after this morning's breakfast, and my Spidey sense is tingling, warning me that something is wrong. I quickly go through a mental checklist to assess the situation, attempting to identify the source of my unease.
- Faucet on. check
- Full stream of water hitting me squarely in the chest. check
Oh, #$$%^^#!
Time slows down as I ponder the faucet head which is loose in my left hand, instead of being attached to the flexible hose that has now retreated into the bowels of the decapitated fixture. I feel the blast of the water and see it bouncing off my body into every nook and cranny (yes, our kitchen is old enough that we still have crannies). I take note of Abbye, formerly resting quietly at my feet but now heading for the unseen hills (while no doubt thinking, indoor rain? great. my life is now officially a living heck.).
Fortunately, my lightning-quick reflexes kick in as I reach out and shut off the water before anything other than me gets seriously soaked. Even more fortunate is the fact that the problem is simply that the faucet head somehow came unscrewed from the hose, rather than snapping off and requiring replacement of the entire assembly.
Abbye's still steering clear of the kitchen, however. At least until lunch.
I figured I'd at least earn some grudging respect for using my body to shield the rest of the kitchen from a serious drenching. I took a grenade, as it were, for the microwave. Not many people can say that.
The fact that I had no choice in the matter is irrelevant. ;-)
Posted by: Eric at August 10, 2007 09:42 AMyou know if you had a NEW house that would surely never happen.
Posted by: robert at August 10, 2007 10:01 AMAt least, not until after I install the first new faucet.
Posted by: Eric at August 10, 2007 10:20 AMMust be the season. That same thing happened to me - except in the shower.
MLH is still trying to find the right tap to fix it.
We may have to call Bosworth...(just sayin'...)
Posted by: Janie at August 10, 2007 11:12 AMSorry to hear about your misfortune, Eric. Sounds like you really got hosed.
I just kill myself sometimes.
Posted by: Jim at August 11, 2007 04:58 PMIndoor rain hehe. Poor you!
Posted by: Rach at August 13, 2007 04:06 AMHow bizarre! We have had two (TWO!) faucet casualties in our house just this week. Fortunately, neither resulted in indoor rain, but still, what is going on with the faucets?!
Posted by: gwynne at August 13, 2007 11:41 AMMake that three...the shower head broke off this morning. :-\
Posted by: gwynne at August 14, 2007 07:34 PMIt's a sign: time to move to Texas!
Oh, wait. We're not immune from that stuff, either.
Posted by: Eric at August 14, 2007 07:59 PMAbout the publisher
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I'm not sure whether I should be amused or concerned that you needed your Spidey sense. In fact, I venture to say that Abbye's Spidey sense seems to be more fine tuned than yours. Poor baby. (Abbye, this is, not you. I'm not saying you're a baby, poor or otherwise. Though perhaps this is one of those instances when Tim would tell me to stop digging.)
Posted by: beth at August 10, 2007 09:31 AM