I cannot recall a time when something I did in the bathroom caused a waterfall. Why? Waterfalls are a woman thing.
During our breakfast this morning we heard a commotion outside the front door. Our neighbor’s condominium was flooded with water which was flowing from her bathroom. Water was in every room.
An alert neighbor found the main water valve and shut off the flow while our neighbor and family began a cleanup campaign using all the towels available within a 12 block radius.
What happened? At first, we suspected a broken water heater. It’s common in older condominiums. But the water was cool, not warm, and not coming from the water heater.
What’s left? Neighbors crowded around to provide assistance. Fortunately, her condo has hard wood floors, so no soggy carpet to dig up and throw away. Still, every waterfall has a cause lurking somewhere upstream.
When talking with our neighbor around 7:00 this morning, she said she was up around 4:00 AM, went to the bathroom, and everything was dry. I figured her floors were flooded with about three hours of water.
Yes, that’s a guess, disguised as an assessment of blame, responsibility, guilt, and attribution. But it fits. By some fluke of nature, a specific attribute of a chromosome or gene, it is women who cause water to overflow, instigating by mere presence the waterfalls in bathrooms and kitchens, the places where women spend most of their time at home.
Men merely fix what’s broken. It’s a law of nature.