Que d'eau, que d'eau!
Tonight was... eventful. Okay, the last hour.
I'd been chatting away for some time with people. And there was this noise in the next room. The boiler/heating/fridge room (what? the fridge doesn't fit in my room other noise.). I though it was just someone taking their shower. But then I had to go there to rinse my glass of milk, and there was water EVERYWHERE. in my room, the corridor, all over the boiler room....
I panicked and ran upstairs looking for the landlords' phone number (My luck has it these things always happen when they are not there). Then I remembered that when they leave, there's always someone to keep watch over the... other tenants (my landlords manage a home for mentally handicapped people). I rushed up the stairs, bathrobe (I was planning on taking a shower later, plans that are for now, postponed) flying, occasionally revealing starry underwear (until at some point I thought about putting on pants). Then we started running all over the place, pulling furniture (water had leaked through two walls in the next room), mopping up water were we could with towels (my landlords don't even own a friggin' mop! Fortunately, they have a lot of towels. I swear I've never seen so many in my life!), and laying other towels down on the patch of soaked carpet, replacing them when they were useless with new ones. Louise got the brilliant idea of running the soaked ones through the spin cycle, which helped lots. Nobody would have noticed the leak until, like, an hour or two later when Louise would have went to bed if I hadn't been there. God knows the damage that would have happened.
And finally, when we had done all we could, I could come back to my neglected MSN convos (nobody had noticed that I had vanished >__>), work on coming down from the CRAZY ADRENALINE HIGH, and take off my soaked socks so my feet could dry. Oh, and trying to remember what I had done with the glass I had been going to rinse to begin with. Spent fifteen minutes looking for the damn thing >__< Put my socks to dry too.
I'd been chatting away for some time with people. And there was this noise in the next room. The boiler/heating/fridge room (what? the fridge doesn't fit in my room other noise.). I though it was just someone taking their shower. But then I had to go there to rinse my glass of milk, and there was water EVERYWHERE. in my room, the corridor, all over the boiler room....
I panicked and ran upstairs looking for the landlords' phone number (My luck has it these things always happen when they are not there). Then I remembered that when they leave, there's always someone to keep watch over the... other tenants (my landlords manage a home for mentally handicapped people). I rushed up the stairs, bathrobe (I was planning on taking a shower later, plans that are for now, postponed) flying, occasionally revealing starry underwear (until at some point I thought about putting on pants). Then we started running all over the place, pulling furniture (water had leaked through two walls in the next room), mopping up water were we could with towels (my landlords don't even own a friggin' mop! Fortunately, they have a lot of towels. I swear I've never seen so many in my life!), and laying other towels down on the patch of soaked carpet, replacing them when they were useless with new ones. Louise got the brilliant idea of running the soaked ones through the spin cycle, which helped lots. Nobody would have noticed the leak until, like, an hour or two later when Louise would have went to bed if I hadn't been there. God knows the damage that would have happened.
And finally, when we had done all we could, I could come back to my neglected MSN convos (nobody had noticed that I had vanished >__>), work on coming down from the CRAZY ADRENALINE HIGH, and take off my soaked socks so my feet could dry. Oh, and trying to remember what I had done with the glass I had been going to rinse to begin with. Spent fifteen minutes looking for the damn thing >__< Put my socks to dry too.