No one ever came about the shower. I called my landlord & left a message. I called the rental agency. Nothing. Yesterday, with my new roommate in tow, I went to the rental agency only to have them casually ask me, "Did someone fix your shower?" I resisted the urge to scream no and shove his face into my armpit. Instead I smiled and replied. "Not yet."
Considering the fact that I'm not usually big on bathing, you'd think it wouldn't affect me much. However, due to the fact that I must now share a bathtub and the veritable heatwave that we've been experiencing this week (I think it might have been 75 yesterday; they're predicting 78 today, and maybe 80 tomorrow!) I might need a shower. My rule is typically that you need to bathe when you stink.
I'm teetering on the funk borderline after biking home from the tube most days. Do you know how long it takes to run a bath? To long for a funk teeterer! I'm off to Brighton today to share my funk with Roger and Quentin! So I'm leaving my roommate in charge of getting the shower fixed. And the saga continues...
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