I can put up with almost anything in my life as long as I get a hot shower. I ask for so little, yet it's still too much. During a recent morning shower, the water temperature started at “lukewarm” and ended at “frozen lake under a glacier,” with much swearing from me in between. There’s no good way to find out your water heater is out, but the worst way is naked and covered in water just a few degrees away from ice cubes. I prefer my bad news without a side of frostbite.
I immediately took the day off work and called a plumber. Some problems have to be dealt with immediately, and my hygiene is one of them. Other people have a hard enough time putting up with me when I’ve properly showered. Take away soap and I have all the appeal of a leper in a Bible story. Even Jesus would think twice about approaching me after I sweat through my sheets all night. If cleanliness is that important to me, you’d think I could tough out cold showers for a few days, but you’d be wrong. As far as I'm conc…
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