I told my daughter to wash the dogs and she lifted a headphone long enough to say it was too cold. This is one of a litany of ridiculous excuses, but I let her get away with it until the dogs smelled so bad I could pinpoint their location when I pulled into the driveway. At that point, something had to give. “This is Georgia”, I ranted. “It’s a mild fall! They have fur to keep them warm!”
Unconvinced, my animal rights advocate negotiated the use of my shower for the canines. They got washed and I got a nice slugtrail of dog water from the bathroom to the porch. Great.
After she emerged, she had the audacity to question the water pressure in my shower. I told her it was weak because that’s where the government lives. Her eyes grew wide for just a second while she considered the implications. But as with most things I tell her, she quickly sized it up to poppycock and trudged off to interact with actual intelligence of the electronic variety. She didn’t believe the old man, but it is true.
Like mold growing over cheese in the back corner of the fridge, the government is no longer content with mattress legislation and has steadily crept into our collective bathroom. I’ve already had a fight with them over the anti-scald valve – a fight I am proud to say I won. A snip here and a tug there and I bypassed their foolish legislation so that my wife can enjoy a steamy winter shower to her heart’s content. For at least that day, I was her knight in dripping armor. But now they have forced shower head manufacturers to reduce the flow of water in my shower to a measly 2.5 gallon per minute trickle! Is nothing sacred? I’m past fifty now, I know all about reduced flow but there are some things that can be helped.
This is the same government that finally heeded the request of veterans to issue ID cards. Yes, rather than carry your DD-214 in your wallet (which bears your social security number), congress forced the VA to create a better identification system in 2015. That was two years ago. The government has all of my information and issues ID’s for everything, but it took over two years for them to create the framework. I want my discount at Denny’s without opening myself up to identity theft!
The mandated deadline for creating the process was November 2017. On the last day of the month, the system opened… and promptly crashed. It is dead as a doornail. I assume it will take another two years to fix it. After all, they are too busy tinkering with my shower.
This discontented and unidentified veteran has a wrench. I took the nozzle off and found it clogged with calcium deposits. A quick internet search led me to a baking soda/vinegar concoction that didn’t work. A second search told me about water pressure restrictors. I don’t like restrictions! Why is the government obsessed with my shower?
All it took was needle-nose plyers to remove the governmental interference and the first test blew out enough calcium to meet the National Institute of Health’s yearly requirement for a lactating woman. It’s like standing under a pressure-washer. This morning I lost three freckles and part of a tattoo, but it was totally worth the price to live free from government tyranny.
If I could only get 25% off a Grand Slam breakfast, I would be swimming in liberty.
11 thoughts on “Why is the Government in my Shower?”
You had me at ” … she lifted a headphone long enough to say it was too cold.”
You should be a personal trainer! My six-pack achieves perfect definition with every post you write! Thank you!! 🙂
That is my kind of workout! I’m going to have to try it.
My first introduction to government came when my father opened a dark brown window envelope and handed me a pale blue IBM card – it was a check for one dollar. He signed it and told me to run down to the corner store for a half gallon of milk.
You see, when he was stationed in New Guinea during WWII, he contract several unnamed, unknown and as of yet, uncatalogued illnesses that cost him sight in one eye, his sense of smell and taste, and gave him the COPD that killed him at the age of 89.
The check for one dollar was compensation.
One dollar for lifelong health problems and half his eyesight? Sounds like a fair trade – says the institution that took an entire country in exchange for prison camps reservations and gaming rights.
Let’s be clear, it was a whole lot more than a dollar. It was a dollar EVERY month! 🙂
He got a kick out of it.
Seriously though, he claims that tropical disease saved his life. His unit was wiped out in the Philippines.
It’s crazy how good comes from bad sometimes. Amazing story.
You are in fine form with this one–Made my morning!!
I’m so glad.
I hope you’re not too upset with losing those 3 freckles!! Thanks for the chuckle!! I needed that!
More with the tattoo. It’s harder to read now.
When did Denny’s get so expensive? Went there last week and geeze!!!!