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The Joke Was On Me – But The Water Wasn’t
Sam was asleep because she had worked the night before. I laid the kids down for a nap and jumped in the shower to get ready for work. I grabbed my cup and razor, filled the cup with hot water and put shaving cream on my head. I began shaving when the water pressure got suddenly low.
I started to question whether I had put clothes in the washer. Nope. Did I start the dishwasher? Nope. As I pondered these things, the water stopped completely.

I stood there waiting for a minute and no water ever came. At this point I growled a few choice words and shaved the remainder of my head (Thank goodness I had water in the cup to rinse my razor!). I got out of the shower mumbling and cursing. I knew that I could pack a bag and shower in one of the patient rooms at work, so I gathered up everything and tossed it in an overnight bag. I walked into the bedroom and told Sam we had no water and I didn’t know why.
Of course, I had a very good suspicion. I threw on shorts and a t-shirt and took all my stuff to the car. The construction workers were digging down the road and I figured they were responsible. As I began to walk down to them angrily, I saw a truck from the city driving down the road.
The passenger window was down and as they passed me, I shouted to the passenger, “What happened to my water!?” They stopped the truck, got out and said that the morons working on the street had once again hit a water line. They apologized and said they’d get right on it.
For the record, they have hit the gas lines three times and this is the fourth time they have hit a water line. We are once again under a “Boil water” advisory. I can only hope that this will be the last time we have issues, but the truth is, they are not even halfway done.
Now that I think about it, I should have went outside in a towel with shaving cream on my head to cuss those idiots out … but I like my neighbors, so I didn’t.
