-Ah yes, it was a classic scene. The faucet spouted out water with a malicious glee, filling the overflowing sink until more water fell over the sides, splashing into a happy little puddle on the laundry room floor. Which is weird, because the faucet was definitely spouting with a malicious glee, but I cannot think of a single reason why the laundry room faucet would have something against me, though the look on my face must have been priceless, and worth any trouble that blasted faucet may have gone to in order to share it's wealth of liquid with the floor and ensure that all the dust-bunnies under the washing machine were quite soggy. The dust-bunnies under the clothes dryer turned out to have an even nastier disposition that the faucet itself, so I will leave that part to your own excellent imaginations and I hope you give that nasty faucet all the credit it deserves.
We can just forget, at present, that the reason the faucet was being nasty was that I left it running for about forty-five minutes. In fact, forget that I even mentioned it, and we'll not let the facts interfere with a good story, since it is infinitely more interesting to imagine that our laundry room water faucet has very unique properties in that it can hold a grudge. Maybe even more than one, and hopefully, I will never incur enough of it's anger again to find out just how many grudges it is capable of holding.
Needless to say, I sopped up the mess using just about every towel in the house, and for a while, the world looked pretty bright for our dog Uli. She had been the principal reason that I had turned on the water to begin with, and for a while it must have seemed as if she would not have to take a bath. Unfortunately for Uli, she was a dreamer if she thought any such thing. After a grueling battle with a water faucet of evil intent, there was no way that I would be thwarted from my original purpose, and now, despite all hardships, that darn dog is squeaky clean.
Loves to all dust-bunnies that are no longer soggy,
Triss
