Shower troubles and snarkiness

To understand what happened to me with the shower this morning, first you must see it:

So, this is really a gigantic tub with a little shower head that you kinda just pick up out of its little nest. You must pull up the knob next to it for it to turn on. Getting this knob to pull up is like trying to pull a freight train. The little metal thing near the front is the hot water knob that doesn't actually have a knob like the cold water one next to it does. It does not twist well. Trying to turn that knob is like trying to swing a freight train round and round. So here is what happened:

1. I took my pants off. Left my shirt on for some reason.
2. Could not figure out how to turn water on.
3. Put towel around waist.
4. "Wrenyth*!! How do you work the shower??"She showed me.
5. Turned on cold water. Hot water knob failed to turn.
6. Repeat step 3.
7. "Wrenyth!! I can't turn on the hot water!" She somehow did it with her magical strength.
8. Could not pull up stupid freight train shower knob. Struggle with it. Attempt to use wash cloth as grip. Fail. Put leg on step for leverage. Fail.
9. Repeat step 3.
10. "Wrenyth!! The stupid shower knob won't come up!" She, with some effort, manages to pull it up.
11. Shower.
12. Push shower knob down. Turn off cold water. Fail to turn off hot water.
13. Put towel around whole body.
14. "WRENYTH! Now the hot water won't turn off!!"
15. Bathroom getting extremely steamy at this point.
16. Wrenyth cannot get it to turn either.
17. "MOM!! The hot water knob won't turn!!!"
18. Mom brings wrench. After the bathroom has turned into the amazon rainforest, she finally manages to get it off.
19. Suitemate has no trouble showering.

*This is what I call my roommate.

SO. Once we all managed to get clean, which was apparently only difficult for me, we went to a little outside mall called The Renaissance. There we went to a store called Angie's because they had cute dresses. Here is what happened there:

We walked in, and immediately saw this bitchin' dress.

Suitemate: OMG Kelly you should totally try that on! Find it in your size!
Snarky store lady: That's the only one in the store.
Me: Well it's my size! *start to take it off the rack*
SSL: Ummmm you have to have a parent with you.
All three of us: *give her a stare that says, 'Areyoufuckingkiddingmedowelookthatyoung??'*
Me: Um, we're 20.
SSL: Well, you have to have a parent with you to buy it.
Me: We're 20. We can buy our own clothes.
SSL: Well to try it on you have to be planning on buying it because it puts a lot of wear and tear on the dresses to have all those people try it on.

Your dresses are not that special. If I can try on dresses at freakin BETSY JOHNSON and they're still in good shape for the people who do end up buying them, I think your dresses will be OK. But, FINE, bitch. Do you seriously talk to customers that way? Because if you do, I really don't understand how you have any at all. So, if you're in the Jackson, MS area and go to The Renaissance shopping center, I would strongly suggest avoiding that store.

Unless, of course, you have your parent with you.