I have to rant a little before i go to sleep.
So the shower in our hotel in Liverpool, the Eleanor Rigby, was brilliant in concept. Two handles: one to control the water pressure and the other for temperature, with actual degree marks right on it! Unfortunately the temperature knob would not turn and was stuck much too high for my comfort.
But this son of a bitch at the Arsenal Tavern is a monster on another level.
Right away i wasn't sure what i was doing, it's a tiny stall with just the standard temp handle, but turning that did not activate the spray of water. I had already thrown my towel and fresh undergarments over the shower door, behind the nozzle where i was sure they'd be safe. Finally determining that the fixture above the one knob was a button, i pushed it.
Water came shooting out of the head in every which way. It soaked the end of my towel, sprayed in my face and over the clothes i had not yet removed, and through the middle fold of the still partially open door. Cursing, i tried to shut it down by pushing the button again, but it only increased the pressure. So i tried to just close the door, but the damn thing would not! It was as if the bifold door itself were slightly larger than the hole it was mounted in. After a moment, the water stopped on its own.
So here's me, taking a shower with fifteen seconds of water at a time, using one hand to hold the door shut, standing under a nonadjustable shower head which sprays high-pressure jets to its extreme left and right while vaguely misting me in the middle, all the while hoping nobody walks in since the bathroom door does not lock and my pants are out there with my wallet, phone, and room key in them.
Worst shower ever?
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