When I was driving down my street on my way home today, I noticed a large stream of water flowing at rapid speed down towards my house.
No, that’s not right — that’s not right at all. It would be one thing if we had a sudden heat wave and all the snow was melting at super sonic speed, but considering it was about 15 degrees outside with 2 inches of freshly fallen snow, I knew that was not the case.
The closer I got to my house, the more water I saw. The culprit was one door down — a fire hydrant was spewing water like I had never seen before. I almost wanted to grab Charlie to see what would happen if I put him in a pool of water so large, but I refrained from doing such a thing.
On my way inside, the Husband said some kind of jibber jabber about how sometimes pipes burst and the water company will let a fire hydrant flow to relieve some of the pressure. Obviously I was not listening as he said this.
I walked inside ready to tackle my first task when I get home every day — the breakfast dishes. It’s not my favorite thing to walk home to a sink full of crusty bowls and orange juice glasses, but I make it work.
I turned on the faucet, only to find the water was not working.
You’ll love to hear exactly what went on in my head as this occured:
“Oh. my. gosh. This cannot be happening — this CANNOT be happening. No water? NO WATER? What are we going to do without any water? We’ll probably die a slow and pitiful death. This is what it’s like to live in a third world country. How in the world am I supposed to do my dishes and MAKE SPAGHETTI!?”
I’m totally not joking.
I have a history of overreacting. It’s in my blood — and it gives my Husband something to get mad laugh about.
So, I did what any normal human being would do — I checked all the other water sources in our house (which isn’t many, by the way).
Bathroom sink: slow trickle which very quickly ended.
Please don’t judge me on the fact that there are ridiculous water spots on my faucet. Focus on the fact that my faucet is really cool.
Bathtub? Same thing — that slow stream of water ended about five second after it started.
Like any self proclaimed crazy person would do, I ran outside into the snow with no shoes on to exclaim to the Husband: “The water is turned off! The water is turned off!” This was proclaimed in the same way Paul Revere screamed to his fellow colonists “The British are coming! The British are coming!”
It was intense.
The Husband looked at me like I was a little whacko (guilty as charged) and told me if worse came to worse, he could always go get a pot and take some from the hydrant. My disgusted face told him that would not be happening — because apparently we have Holy water that comes through our sink, not the local well water that was coming through the hydrant.
His next option was for him to go “stock up” on gallons of water from the grocery store — go big or go home. I stated that would be an acceptable solution but he better leave really FAST because I had spaghetti to make.
With a downward shake of his head, he continued with his driveway shoveling, and I went back inside to twiddle my thumbs until he returned with the gallons of water.
I think you know what’s coming next -
Of course the water would turn back on in five minutes — who freaks out about a temporary loss of water? Geez, some people are really weird.
Question: Have you ever REALLY lost water for a long period of time? OR Feel free to tell me how I’ve completely lost it.
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