I'll admit that I feel cool telling people I live in Haiti.
But it's not really always that cool. Like tonight for example. We have no water. Actually, we've had very little water for the past week or so because we've only gotten city water once in the past week. It nearly filled our tanks when it did come, but it's now gone. We ran out early this morning. I haven't had a shower in 2 days, which, is a PROBLEM when you live in a climate like this.
So, we did the logical thing and ordered a water truck. (Large truck that drives around to fill up people's cisterns and water tanks.) Problem is, they "apparently" came by. I say "apparently" because none of us actually SAW them come by. They said they did. And they also said there were too many trucks parked on the road so they couldn't stop to fill us up.
And so then Nixon called several other water companies and they all said it's now too late.
So no water tonight. Who knows when we'll get it again?!
In the meantime, I stink and I am a greasy jungle.
Seriously, this doesn't feel cool. It actually feels grumpy.