The Little Water Heater That Could Not

It was close.

Matt, having refused my attempts to conserve time and water, forced me into the last morning shower slot. The five who came before seemed to exit unscathed, so I was hopeful. Hope, however, has limits. As do water heaters. And ours had been pushed to its limit this morning.

The shower started off as normal. A quick rinse, a little Icy Blast soap, a moment of reflection. Then FREEZING. Like an Arctic expedition, but naked.

And I still needed to shampoo. Struggling through shrinkage, I was motivated with the speed of an Indy pit crew. Quickly I shut the water off. Who left the window open!? It snowed outside last night, and I could feel every frosty fleck of frozen numbness.

Next time, power shower.