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John turned the shower faucet on this morning and nothing happened. The other water apparatuses about the house were fully functional.
He moans something about "tearing out this wall..." The only semi-attractive wall in the whole house and we only have 4 of those tiles...
I don't yell anything about how "if you'd have finished the other bathroom but now, and it's been going on for a year..." but a stressed man does not need to be yelled at.

I'm okay being dirty, I had my shower the night before. I am not okay being cold and wet. So I am fine.

After work I went over to my parents house for a shower. My dad ordered me pizza and sort of attempted to mumble through his drunken haze. Other people's showers are strange. They need new caulk, and an entire new bathroom remodel.
My parents will be celebrating their 30th anniversary on next December. They would like to go to Ireland. They are a bit broke.

John soaked the shower internal workings in vinegar, which is making the house smell like my dad's feet, but now the shower works.