Christmas morning finds me in a bad mood. A pipe broke in a empty apartment upstairs and water has leaked into my bathroom and bedroom. I suspect the pipe broke yesterday as I heard water and confirmed it wasn't coming from my apartment. So I call the management company to alert them to the situation but they never showed up. Maybe because it was Christmas Eve. So what was a small problem has turned into a much bigger situation. I just want to scream. Heck opening presents didn’t even make me feel any better.
So I'm playing lots of Christmas music and rewatching A Christmas Story on TV. More importantly, I am trying not to snap at my family but enjoy their company. I did get some pretty cool gifts.
OHHHH FFFUUDDGGGEEE!!
What a mess. Sorry to hear it happened on Christmas and all. Reminds me of what happened two years ago here. I'd just returned from running, and started to take a shower.
In the meantime, a thunderstorm erupted, rain flooded the streets -- and evidently backed up into the sewer line leading to the building.
Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem, but somebody in the building (it was later determined) had flushed several tampons *and* condoms down their toilet and the stuff had partly clogged the line between the building and the street.
After leaving my shower, I realized I'd forgotten to flush the toilet -- and so I did.
There wasn't any problem up here on the third floor, but my toilet managed to send its contents gushing up into the second and first floor toilets -- which overflowed spectacularly.
It wasn't my fault, of course, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for my neighbors.
Its times like these that make me want to go buy a place out in the country. City living can be fun but it has its downside.