Like, check this shit out. This is Rockingham beach.
Then I went home. I walked in and without saying a word I was abruptly asked "How do you stop a shower from leaking?"
"Uh...depends"
She got up and stormed into the bathroom. I sighed and followed. She had placed towels into the bottom of the shower and when they got wet from the dripping, they were making what was probably a louder dripping noise than before."I HAVE to Stop. This. DRIPPING. It's doing my head in. I'm going to go INSANE."
The shower was indeed dripping but that didn't answer MY question... Can you go DOUBLE insane?
If it was just the washers, as it is in 95% of dripping tap cases, I could fix it in 3 minutes but it was already 7.30 and Bunnings was shut.
"I just cant deal with it. It never used to leak before I had housemates"
"Its probably just a washer, I can.."
"THIS is why I like living along, I just can't afford it" AND THEN SHE STORMED OFF like she had got in the last word in an argument. It was pretty funny.
I pushed the showerhead down so the it was touching the wall and the noise stopped. The bathroom is down a hallway from where she was sitting. There are two doors between that shower and her and both were open. I can only help so much.
Then she spent the next while CLOMPING around the house sighing, muttering and performing domestic tasks including angrily feeding the dog. Her scolding of it led to me finding out the dog's name. Karma. Thank god she doesn't have any kids.


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