Getting myself in hot water.

When I moved in to the apartment, at 6am on a day-off-from-practice Sunday, one of my roommates whom I had just woken up by banging on the door, gave me a grand tour. She showed me my room, the kitchen, the washroom. In the washroom, she pointed out which was the hot water faucet and which was the cold water faucet: helpful information for bucket-bathing. As I’ve mentioned before, every time I take a “shower” I turn on the hot water faucet and save whatever hot water I can get– usually just a few inches in the bucket– before it turns cold. I haven’t bothered with the cold water faucet because the hot water turns cold so quickly.

You can see where this is going, yes? This morning I had an epiphany– a life-changing moment, surely– wherein I was moved to try the other faucet. Lo and behold, I have been using the cold water faucet this entire time, and blaming it on India. “They don’t have hot water here! Haha how quaint!”

I’m feeling a little red in the face. And not just because of the steaming hot bucket shower I just took.

Advertisements
This entry was published on March 8, 2011 at 2:04 am and is filed under mysore. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: