Hope He's Hung Like Drywall
If my name were Chicken Little, I would tell you that the sky is falling. Since I'm not that fictitious character, you'll just have to settle for it being the ceiling in my bathroom. I don't really know what happened. All I know is there was plaster (and probably old drywall) all over my toilet. I almost blamed the cat, but he seemed traumatized enough. Too traumatized, in fact, to tell me what happened. Maybe he's holding out on me.
As if a huge gaping hole in the bathroom ceiling wasn't enough, my phone was completely dead. It would dial the number for emergency maintenance, and then disconnect when the automated voice answered. I thought it was a kid toying with me, teasing me with the hope of resolution. Finally, I got connected and discovered it was that huge of an emergency because it wasn't leaking water.
So, I almost rushed around looking for a hammer to burst one of the pipes. Instead, I accepted the truth. Nothing could be done until normal working hours. They would call and have a guy fix it. All I heard was drywall guy and hung. So I'm thinking I should have stayed home to see just how that process works. But I have to save my vacation for a decadent trip to Dallas...though I suppose that's a different type of gaping hole. I'm sure Dionysus would be proud. And maybe even Chicken Little. In fact, I'm sure everyone could use a handy cock.
As if a huge gaping hole in the bathroom ceiling wasn't enough, my phone was completely dead. It would dial the number for emergency maintenance, and then disconnect when the automated voice answered. I thought it was a kid toying with me, teasing me with the hope of resolution. Finally, I got connected and discovered it was that huge of an emergency because it wasn't leaking water.
So, I almost rushed around looking for a hammer to burst one of the pipes. Instead, I accepted the truth. Nothing could be done until normal working hours. They would call and have a guy fix it. All I heard was drywall guy and hung. So I'm thinking I should have stayed home to see just how that process works. But I have to save my vacation for a decadent trip to Dallas...though I suppose that's a different type of gaping hole. I'm sure Dionysus would be proud. And maybe even Chicken Little. In fact, I'm sure everyone could use a handy cock.