The biggest irritation in my life right now is the pace at which water moves out of the dispenser in the refrigerator. Am I asking for a speed and volume that requires a helmet, raft, paddle, life vest, a burly boat guide and a brown sign on the street headed up to the house? No. However, something a little faster than a stalactite drip would be appreciated. In the past, I have been late predominantly because of wrong turns and traffic, but with each passing day that this issue is not addressed I get ever closer to peeling into some parking lot or driveway, exiting the vehicle with water in hand and mutter "Sorry I'm late, I was filling up my water."
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