Don’t Get Too Comfortable
So, fate has shown me yet again what happens when I say it’s time to relax. This was my day a few days back:
To start things off, the day was going great. No work. Not much to do. What could be better? Then I realized I needed something from the store. Reality strikes again and ruins everything.
I get dressed, grab my keys and my wallet and I’m off. I only get to the end of the porch before everything starts to go wrong.
There is a branch, thicker around than my waist (which is admittedly growing too large anyway), lying across most of the front yard.
The branch right next to the car. Dangerously close to the the car.
Upon closer inspection? Yep, all the little branches have scratched their pointy little fingers from the top all the way to the bottom. Like dozens of little claw marks. Trying to be positive, it really could have been a lot worse. Like if the branch had been just a foot over. I shudder to think.
Well that’s enough drama for one day, yes?
WRONG.
A few hours later Samantha comes in to tell me the bathroom is covered in water.
yay! Because I haven’t had enough stress today.
Well, a leaking toilet isn’t the worst thing in the world. You just have to turn off the shutoff valve.
Oh right.. this house was built in the 1950s. It doesn’t have a shutoff valve.
So I get my wrench and head out to the street to cut off the water. I twist the knob and go back inside and the water is still on. Go back outside, twist harder. Still on. So I call the landlord and leave a message. Hours pass. Then I text. Hours pass. Finally he texts back around 1am. “Hey, I’m on vacation. Trying to get hold of a plumber.”
That night I had to set my alarm clock to go off every..single…hour to dump out the leaking water. The plumber eventually comes. I have him add a shutoff valve before anything else. He fixes the toilet and all goes back to normal.
The best part of all this? The plumber said I had been turning off the neighbor’s water. OOPS.
Tags: Regarding Robert
