Day 4 — Revenge of the Plumbing Gods
We rolled back into our chain motel this afternoon, parched after hiking the drying reservoir of the dammed Rio Grande in the pitiless sun and relentless heat (okay, it was only 54 degrees) to find our water dribbling barely in hydrous sympathy with the Rio Gee. Why not? Everything else has gone goof, why not live a day or two waterless? The nice motel person assured me they were working on the problem when I inquired if we should seek new lodging. Of course I figured Friday night most hostels down here would have the NO Vacancy sign on. Pessimism, my new middle name….
30 minutes, my friendly motel chain Desk Lady assured me. If you know me, you KNOW I know plumbing like the back of my colon. It is NEVER 30 minutes!! Never!!!
So when we came in tonight after wandering the quaint town of Truth or, yes, Consequences, rest assured the water was still a pathetic dribble and people were menacing my friendly motel minimum wage scapegoat. The plumbers, she said apologetically, had experienced a ‘glitch’ but they were working valiantly to fix the problem. Two guys at the front desk were reaching Boiling Point, but I said, as a possible wall against violence, ‘that sounds good to me. Thanks!’ 20 minutes, she assured the mob. The two gentlemen weren’t buying it, but I said genially, ‘No rush’ and waltzed back to my room here.
20 minutes my ass!! One plumber was napping behind the wheel of their box truck when we drove out 3 hours ago. A bad sign, I commented. For all I know the siesta is ongoing. But as I mentioned, I’ve accepted the fate that drives this trip, Vaya con Dios. There are worse things than a toilet that won’t flush or shower that no longer works or a sink that gurgles nasty when turned on. No doubt they are waiting down the road….
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