THE ITALIAN THING

I reminded Mike about the water shortage and told him not to take too long because I didn’t want to use up all the water in his cousins tank before the next delivery. We had been taking showers everyday when we first arrived, but had cut down to every other day. When Mike was finished I gathered my clothes and went into the bathroom. I turned on the faucet in the tub, nothing. I turned on the other faucet, nothing. I went to the sink no water. My heart jumped into my throat. Stress grabbed me and held me in a Full Nelson; Fear reared its ugly head at me. I threw on my clothes ran out of the bath room yelling, “Mike! You used up all the water, there is no water! Oh my God what the hell are we going to do now?” “What are you talking about Pat?” was his reply. I said. “I am telling you there is no water, the well is dry.” “Get out of here!” he said. I said. “No it’s the truth, try turning on the water.” He did. He tried every faucet in the house, nothing. My biggest fear had come true. We single-handedly used all of his cousins water in less than two weeks.