A week ago, I looked with disgust at a dusty drum and orange plastic pot sitting in the corner of our miniscule kitchen. "I need to keep the potato basket here. Can't we chuck these useless things out?" I asked my flatmate. When I touched it, she slapped my hand away, looking like she'd like to pull my nails out of my fingers one, by one.
"Summer's coming. When you have soap in your eyes and the tap makes that khiiisssshhh sound, you'll know why this dirty drum is important," she said. I thought it quite unneccessary that she walked off without finishing the coffee she was making for me. What drama.
Today, the tap said "Khiiiiisshhh" when I had soap in my eyes. And the potato basket is a big waste.
Fortunately for me, there's a tap on the ground floor with running saline water. I'll only have to climb up two floors with the orange pot, boil the whole thing on our little Clix gas stove, drain the salt with the littler coffee filter, and wait for it to cool before I use it. All this on the day I stop jogging because it's too stressful.
I find it utterly non-funny that today is World Water Day.
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