Everyone knows about the geyser in Yosemite Park. But did you know that DC has it’s very own Old Faithful? It’s right downtown, and I discovered it last night in an explosive geological event that’s sure to get my name into the National Geographic Society.
The adventure began innocently enough, while enjoying a few pints with my fellow worker bees at a certain pseudo-Brit gastropub downtown…
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At some point, two of us excused ourselves and headed to the ladies’ room. A sink’s faucet was running, but I didn’t think too much of it as I started washing my hands. But when I went to shut the water off, the handle loosely turned a full circle around and the water just kept running. “Odd,” I thought, and then suddenly the handle was pushed off by a powerful force.
Water spewed up in a giant arc, turning the ladies’ room into something resembling, oh, the fountain show at Bellagio. The water shot out wildly, dousing my hair and momentarily trapping my poor co-worker in a stall. We scampered out, squealing for help, as the water continued to wreck havoc.
The first waiter I grabbed and told breathlessly about the ladies’ room geyser merely raised his eyebrows in a nonchalant manner. No doubt my soaked and bedraggled state made him think I was just a babbling fool. Or maybe it was old news to him. Maybe it happens all the time, like clockwork, just like at Yosemite.
I think I’ll name it Old Shepherd.
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