This morning I awoke to the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting glass. Did I leave my faucet running? Did I forget to turn off the shower? Nope. Instead I was greeted to a kitchen flooded with brown, hot soapy water covering the floor, table, and chairs. The ceiling was dropping fragments of plaster and paint chips. There was a torrent of water cascading off my kitchen table. My salt shaker was now filled with brown chunks of salt, kind of like a box of cat litter. It appears as if the neighbors upstairs were drawing a bath and just happened to LEAVE THE APARTMENT. Seriously, who does that? I went up to their apartment and knocked a few times. There was no one home, even the door was locked. Now I have to get my carpet replaced so it doesn’t smell like swamp for the next two months. This is irritating, but what is more irritating is that calling the “emergency” line for my apartment complex resulted in a promise for a “callback”. So I sat patiently, watching Judge Mathis, awaiting the call from the maintenance people. I was already late for work so after an hour of waiting I just setup some buckets and left.
I think I will leave the neighbors a “thank you” note on their front door tonight.
Update: Just arrived home from work to meet the maintenance guy, there is a huge hole in the ceiling and apparently one of the pipes in the wall burst. I was hasty in blaming my neighbors, but luckily, there is a snowball’s chance in hell that they are reading this.
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