5.22.2009

Dear landlord.

It's a shower. It isn't rocket science.
MAKE IT WORK.

It's been over a month.
The shower leaks.
It doesn't drain properly.
And now there is no water pressure.

The two times you've "fixed" the shower have only made these issues worse.
The three times I've complained have done nothing but made me feel like a whiny hag.

So please, for the love of everything holy, and the state of my bodily cleanliness (which, as we know, is next to godliness), JUST MAKE IT WORK.

I don't care how you do it.
MAKE MY FUCKING SHOWER WORK. NOW. YESTERDAY.

Respectfully yours,
Rachel, in 1841.

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