Went to a camp for underpriviledged children. It was a beautiful place except for the girls bathroom. Actually, the bathroom had been redone recently and was nice except for the water in the floor. The remodel had been designed to update so that it could be cleaned with a power sprayer. However, the floor had no drains and bowled slightly in the middle so the water stood as a lake everywhere you had to stand for more than a passing step. The girls complained and I checked it out and found squeegies and commenced trying to solve the dilema.
No matter how much I squeegied, the lake was in place. I checked the power nozzle and found a small leak, so I put it into a sink and squeegied again. Snarling at the renewed lake, I flew off to my next task. I didn't make it back to the bathrooms until about mid-night. The next morning, the same: I worked furiously and left it mildly moist but satisfactory only to hear the complaints of the girls through out the day.
Wednesday, I wandered in early and squeegied the lake again but my favorite stall filled back up quickly and as I made my way into the sink area, I noticed the water was back there as well. I looked at the whole thing with frustration. Then my frustration changed. I turned off the hydrant that fed the spray hose. Squeegied once more and left to do my real job at the camp. Problem solved.
I couldn't gloat though. I graduated from college suma cum laude and it took me three and a half days to turn off the water and put down the squeegie. Shee!
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