The Shower of Power.

Due to a water pressure malfunction that gave this shower more than its fair share of liquid, in 2001 this showerhead became a wellspring that lured towel-clad Risleyites from all floors in the mornings.

Another pecularity soon manifested itself. At what the shower deemed key moments, the pipes in the walls would begin to thump loudly and rhythmically, vibrating even the outside of the 3rd 1/2 corridor. We assumed it was the voice of God.

Its reputation also grew as an excellent love hideway. Soon, there was a guest book and pen taped to the wall. The adjoining shower tried retailiating with a guest book of its own, but its pages remained pathetically blank.