quite a shower

My sister came to my house offering to help sanding the floor upstairs to get it ready to become its destiny of a bedroom and sun room. I had been having trouble getting motivated and hadn't even showered yet. She went upstairs and started the sander while I got in the shower. I had just gotten my hair all lathered up with shampoo when the water started sputtering and air came spitting out of the pipes. This cannot be a good thing. My thought is the new furnaces are sucking all the water and I can't even get a shower. I called to my sister, but she was busy pushing the sander around the floor. I climbed out of the shower and put on my robe. Heading upstairs, I was pretty frustrated and borderline angry with the suds still clinging to my hair. She went to her house to check on the water situation there. When she came back she informed me the electricity had been turned off at the pole for the electrician to work on it. That electricity runs our well pump. On the plus side, we aren't out of water. On the minus side, we are out of water for me to rinse my hair! She valiantly went to the well out front on which we spent a fortune to have it pressurized and hydrants added after the incident with the flying truck. After heating half the water on the stove and blending it with the cold water I had enough to rinse my hair the old fashioned way...in the sink - one cup at a time. For today I'm glad I didn't live a century ago after all. Oh, yeah. She did get the floor sanded.