So this morning I got to crawl, on my back, underneath my parents' house, through 6 inches of ice-cold water(uphill both ways) to fix a water line that had popped out of its u-joint. As the shock of the cold water overtook me and my entire body seized up for a brief moment, I thought to myself, "Great, 2 days before Christmas, and I'm going to die of hypothermia underneath my parents' house." Then the cat that lives under my parents' house(got chased under there by dogs, won't come out) decided it just HAD to have attention while I was trying to put the pipe in place without falling back into the water(not that it would've mattered, since I was already soaked at that point). THEN I got to crawl back through the water, since there's only one entrance to the crawlspace under the house, and the water just happened to be between it and me.
On the plus side, working in the frozen foods section doesn't seem so bad now!