The hot water tap in the shower was feeling poorly.
It was set to drip for the entire day.
The woman firmly edged it toward the OFF position.
Overworked, the tap exploded upon the already-dressed-for-work woman.
The woman tried to stem the steaming scalding flow.
The water would not be stopped.
The hot water service hiding behind the dodgy wire fence was imposing.
The gas line ? The release valve? The pressure doohickey?
The woman found and read the manual.
The manual did not help.
The woman unsuccessfully rang a plumber.
The woman googled.
The woman swore. (Again)
The woman couldn't find the water mains.
The woman dug in the undergrowth of the front yard
The bathroom grew increasingly sauna-like
The woman rang the water board.
The bathroom was flooded.
Unearthed from the winter garden bed, the water main was impossible to budge.
Another plumber was called.
The woman's voice may have been shrill.
Under instruction the still-drenched woman turned off the hot water service.
The woman was awesome- the problem was solved !
The woman cleaned up the mess.
As instructed, the woman tried one-more-time to turn off the mains.
The stick, saw the woman coming, watched her bend, lined her up and poked her right in the eye.
The woman will be having an early night.
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