At home, weak pressure of cold water (if any), the toilet tank is filled for 20 minutes. For emergency purposes, keep a bath filled with water (because the hot jacket stops). Since the wife is irritated by the drizzling of water from the crane over the bath and the bullshit of the stream, she prefers to fill the water by dropping the shower into the bath. I am in the kitchen, cooking. The woman in the room is hungry. Periodically go to the bathroom, pick up water in the sprayer. I pull out the paste, the last half an hour from the kitchen did not go out and the wife can see it - the door to the bathroom is seen from the room. Suddenly my faithful woman with eyes like a lemur approaches and asks:
Did you take water from the bathroom?
I quietly look at the answer - I am all in the soap, somewhere the flour is stuck, the philo pulls out, as if not before that. Nevertheless I ask:
What has shaken?
Only the water remains filled.
Maybe a traffic jamming?
I lay the paste (the good has already stretched to the right size), I go to the bathroom, I hear the characteristic whispers from the shower. I drop the shower into the washing machine (yes, I have a washer at home, the 21st century, the scientist), from where the shower is quite sharp... sucks water. I’m covering the "water supply" and I’m sorry I didn’t buy the camera. And that would send the story to Galileo, in a fake check, Figlie.