05/07/2026
The shower had officially entered its fossil era. The calcium buildup on the showerhead was so bad, I’m pretty sure it was applying for historic landmark status. Every time I turn the water on, it sprayed in seventeen random directions like it’s trying to avoid responsibility. I attacked it with vinegar like some kind of angry scientist, and then the bathroom smelled like a pickle factory. But after all the scrubbing, soaking, and questioning my life choices, the showerhead finally remembered its job—and our client can once again rinse shampoo out of their hair without feeling like they're being misted by a confused garden hose.
