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azurelunatic) wrote2003-04-06 11:23 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2003-04-06 11:23 pm
Who's mother%ing McGuyver?
Part 1: Denied!
So. New shower on hose.
Happy loony.
This is Attempt 2 at getting me my shower on a hose, I'll have you know. Attempt #1 was going just fine, until it proved that the old shower head was impossible to unscrew from the pipe in the wall, as it had been put on very securely, probably to prevent people from either stealing the shower heads or putting unauthorized contraptions of their own on, or both.
After the failure of the duct tape to satisfy anyone, I put the brand new shower head in the back of my bathroom cupboard and grumped to myself extensively.
So. I bought another variety, this sort purporting to attach to the bathtub faucet, slipping on over the faucet and providing instant showerhead-on-hose for great justice and maximum joy.
It said on the package that it might not fit. I was not discouraged. Surely the second time would be the charm. I depackaged it, and, smirking, brought it into the bathroom, where I procceeded to jam it at the bathtub faucet. So, what does it not do?
You got it. Fit. That's what it doesn't do.
GHRAHRHRHR.
I tried, undaunted, jamming it on from several different angles. No soap. I tried turning on the water, to see how badly it did not fit. Four perfectly matched fountains spurted out each place where the rubber did not meet chrome. I cursed quietly to myself.
Part 2: q'pla!
I looked carefully at the part that was purported to fit over most bathtub spouts. I made faces at it. I even blew it a raspberry (but I did not give it the finger: I save that for special things, like schoolboard meetings over the radio ((Mama scolded me no end for that)), the woman marrying the guy I thought I would marry as she walked down the aisle, or Fox News captioning the bombing of Iraq as "The War on Terror").
Then I looked at the shower head. Not the one that I was about to hit something with, but the one protruding from my wall.
"Hmm," I thought.
Thought was soon action, as I debated whether or not to take off my socks to better suit my cunning plan. I decided to leave them on, and stand on the edge of the bathtub rather than brave the wet bottom in my nice dry socks. Sure enough, the shower thing fit over the shower head.
I turned on the water.
No explosions. No leaks. Just water, coming out of the shower head on the end of the hose like the gods intended.
Ahhhh yes.
My precioussssss....
So. New shower on hose.
Happy loony.
This is Attempt 2 at getting me my shower on a hose, I'll have you know. Attempt #1 was going just fine, until it proved that the old shower head was impossible to unscrew from the pipe in the wall, as it had been put on very securely, probably to prevent people from either stealing the shower heads or putting unauthorized contraptions of their own on, or both.
After the failure of the duct tape to satisfy anyone, I put the brand new shower head in the back of my bathroom cupboard and grumped to myself extensively.
So. I bought another variety, this sort purporting to attach to the bathtub faucet, slipping on over the faucet and providing instant showerhead-on-hose for great justice and maximum joy.
It said on the package that it might not fit. I was not discouraged. Surely the second time would be the charm. I depackaged it, and, smirking, brought it into the bathroom, where I procceeded to jam it at the bathtub faucet. So, what does it not do?
You got it. Fit. That's what it doesn't do.
GHRAHRHRHR.
I tried, undaunted, jamming it on from several different angles. No soap. I tried turning on the water, to see how badly it did not fit. Four perfectly matched fountains spurted out each place where the rubber did not meet chrome. I cursed quietly to myself.
Part 2: q'pla!
I looked carefully at the part that was purported to fit over most bathtub spouts. I made faces at it. I even blew it a raspberry (but I did not give it the finger: I save that for special things, like schoolboard meetings over the radio ((Mama scolded me no end for that)), the woman marrying the guy I thought I would marry as she walked down the aisle, or Fox News captioning the bombing of Iraq as "The War on Terror").
Then I looked at the shower head. Not the one that I was about to hit something with, but the one protruding from my wall.
"Hmm," I thought.
Thought was soon action, as I debated whether or not to take off my socks to better suit my cunning plan. I decided to leave them on, and stand on the edge of the bathtub rather than brave the wet bottom in my nice dry socks. Sure enough, the shower thing fit over the shower head.
I turned on the water.
No explosions. No leaks. Just water, coming out of the shower head on the end of the hose like the gods intended.
Ahhhh yes.
My precioussssss....
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I rock!!!! Yay, me!!!
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Fictitious?
Go forth, thou unbeliever, and read a work of Shakespeare in the original tlIngan hOl...
Damn, hope I spelled that right...
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