So. It's 6:30 ayem (CaST; 5:30 EST), and I'm standing in our basement, in water up to my ankles. And yes, that's how Solstice began this year. Spooky woke me about half an hour before, as she'd been awakened by some peculiar roaring sound. As it turns out, that was the torrent pouring from the hot-water heater. By the time we got downstairs, there
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A few years ago, the refill hose to the toilet tank in the upstairs hall bathroom broke and water spewed for about 30 minutes - until I realized the noise wasn't from one of my housemates filling the tub. We lost the carpet in the hall and on the stairs, the walls and ceiling in the downstairs dining room had to be removed down to the framing, and the hardwood floor in the living room warped. Evidently, the house slants towards the street and all the water ended up in there. Took about a week to dry out the place and much longer for the landlord from hell to complete the repairs (badly). Then he sued me for damaging the place - the judge smacked him in the head and tossed the case. I still rent from him. I am an idiot.
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Gods. Maybe you oughta look into getting a job as a casino cooler? Really, jeez, I don't know what to say. Sorry about the universe.
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