I'm the Incredible Hulk

My shower fixin' got bumped. It was sad. Someone else wanted to shower before they went to work and I lost that competition because I only have to be at work by noon. Fine. So he finally got there at 10.15. (I was told 10.) That hardly makes it finally, but let's see how long you'll wait to shower when your hair is so slicked to your head that you resemble a sickly, wet seal. He was done in ten minutes. I hate that. If I knew how to take apart that stupid nozzle, I would have tried it too. The washer was broken.

Here's what happens: because there are two separate taps, the hot tap actually gets hot. I mean, the actual metal part is surprisingly hot. This causes the washer behind the knob to get soft, as plastic will do in the presence of heat. When I turn off my shower taps, I apparently use superhuman strength to shut off the water, which bent the washer while it was warm, ruining it. Hmpf. So I did this?

Lemme get this straight -- because you still use archaic two tap shower strategies, and in spite of that still use plastic washer that by definition do not stand up to heat, I am the culprit (just a little girl!) because I like to make sure the shower isn't still dripping by giving it that one extra twist? Now, don't get me wrong. The plumber did not lecture me, or yell at me, or even blame me. He just said that in the future, I should realise these simple facts about the shower. Now, I can shower in peace.

But I am still frustrated that the little old washer couldn't stand up to me. Wuss.