You know it’s erev Shabbos when… the high-quality, name-brand faucet handle simply comes off in your hand.
Please ignore the filth. My kitchen isn’t that dirty… it always looks bad in close-up. The inside of that faucet handle looks like something unearthed from the Titanic.
So. No running water in the kitchen. Oh, and no a/c. This is practically like pioneer times, only with Internet.
I know this isn’t a good reason to call Ted to beg him to come home from work… but whatever. He isn’t returning my call anyway. Who knows if he even got the message???
Wishing he had a desk job with a phone nearby right about now…