"I can't HEAR you I AM WASHING MY EARS!!!"

Living in these old buildings nothing is perfect...

After a few weeks of a slow drip the lack of any sort of water pressure in the shower became too difficult and we had to call in "Hangy Hooters". Ole Hangy is the sort of Landlord that believes in the can-do method. So we sucked it up and made the call for Hangy Hooters to come in and fix the problem. Little did we know her idea of resolution was to experience the problem for herself. So there we were...standing in awe as ole Hangy drops the ever loving mumu from her shoulders and jumps into the shower. Are you getting this???!!!!! She stripped down in front of several completely unsuspecting people of which she has no relationship whatsoever besides the fact we rent an apartment from her!!! Of course as luck would have it the shower pops on and the water pressure is rushing onto the ole bag. At this point we are in complete disgust and our ability to convince her to come out of the shower is just not happening. We are all close to hysterical whether it be in a tearful cry for help or our plea for her to get out of the shower. Her only response to the shower is "it seems fine in here". While two of us remained in the room and the third ran to get another neighbor to watch what is going on she yells again "how am I suppose to fix the problem if I dont try it out myself". Well I dont know who is going to argue with that but certainly its just wrong when your looking at a women in her late 50's carry around an additional 80 pounds of loose skin. My one roommate is pleading with all sanity and reason for her to come out and Hangy belts out in her scary accent "I can't hear you... I am washing my ears!!!!" Finally after a good scrub down (we are guessing) she grabs for my towel (which has since been burned) and walks back to her apartment holding her head up high and a proud walk as if she just solved another tenant problem... thank you Hangy... you have scarred us for life!