January 28th, 2004
|06:38 pm - oh hey there were plumbers in the basement today|
You could tell because they liked to yell a lot and bang on things. This intrigued the cats very briefly.
I woke up from my nap thrilling like a child on Christmas morning. Was he here? Was Santa here? He didn't forget us, did he? Did he? Only one way to find out, and that's go downstairs, and, and, and, and...
I tried the kitchen sink. After a moment's hesitation and the slightest gurgle -- was I dreaming? -- this substance called water came out of the faucet. AMAZING!
I went into the bathroom and repeated the process with the bathroom sink. INCREDIBLE!
The shower, too, sprang to life after a few pipe-shaking moments. UNBELIEVABLE!
I flushed the toilet. It backed up.
Guess I'm not dreaming afer all!
EDIT: Looks like the toilet overflowing also hit the downstairs neighbor's. They're currently mopping up their office. Oh my god. I am so embarassed. I have not been this mortified in a very long time. This is a terrible way to meet neighbors.
Hasn't it been like 3 weeks since they turned your water off?
that's beyond criminal and well into the realm of actionable.
The water wasn't turned off, the pipes burst.
And there are several reasons why I'm not complaining as loudly as some people seem to think I need to be. All of them are decent and valid.
At least you didn't meet your neighbours the first time when you set your chip pan on fire, and filled thier bathroom with an inch thick layer of grimy smoke (not to mention; having all the doors in the entire building knocked down by over eager firemen).
NB: was not *me*, was downstairs neighbour.