Apparently the hot water heater for the building had gone blooey. Yes sir, nothing like a freezing cold shower to wake you up in the morning. I'm pretty sure The Flash couldn't have washed his hair faster than I did.
|Okay, fine. He might win a hair washing competition...|
Shivering, and waiting for hypothermia to set in, I bundled up and got ready to call the management office before I remembered two VERY IMPORTANT things: 1) my phone is broken and 2) they aren't open yet (and, yes, it has escaped my attention that I could walk over there before work when they're open).
After getting dressed I realized that I did not have a hot water heater in my apartment that the whole building (or side of the building) shared one. I prayed that somebody else would call. Fortunately - somebody did. I discovered this when I came home from work and had hot water!
But the thing I am most thankful for? If I owned my own home and the hot water heater went kaput - I would have to pay someone to take care of it. And stay home. And not get paid. Which, really, is just adding insult to injury. Nobody should have to start a Monday morning with an ice cold shower!