In the continuing saga of Dude Upstairs…
So around 4am today I heard this weird dripping/slurping/wet noise. Having cats, I immediately got up to find out what they were doing. As soon as I got to the kitchen I found the floor wet under my feet and a stream of water coming down from the ceiling. Within seconds of stepping into the bathroom to grab towels a deluge of water burst from the ceiling causing a lake in my kitchen and the small hallway.
I stood in shock forcing thoughts to enter my brain so that I could sort out what to do. I immediately threw on pants and shoes and ran upstairs to pound on Dude’s door. I knocked and knocked for what felt like an eternity. I could hear him on the other side wondering if he should open the door so I called out,
“This is Pattie from downstairs. I’m sorry to wake you but I’ve got a flood in my kitchen. I think you should check your kitchen for water too.”
“OK, give me a minute I’ll be right down.”
So I went back to my apartment and carefully plodded through the puddle of water grabbing every towel I own to sop up the mess. My shitty mop is one of those rag mops that you have to wet first to get it to do anything. It was so frickin useless. I found a bucket and placed it under the pouring water coming from the gaping hole in my ceiling.
And to top it all off, my good laptop was sitting on the kitchen table right under the other leak, next to it was my cell phone… It seemed to be on…but the touch screen would not accept any touch as I tried to unlock it. Shortly after it shut its self off.
When dude showed up with two towels and saw the damage I asked if he had our landlord’s phone number. He said he did not and then begged me not to call him. I pointed at the hole in the ceiling and exclaimed, “He’s gunna know!” I mean seriously, you want ME to pay for that damage when I move out? Screw you, you sandwich eater!
I went to chick upstairs front and asked her if she could give me Al’s phone number. I called and apologized for waking him, told him what was going on he said he’d be over shortly. I heard Dude leave the building just minutes before Al showed up. Al went and got the key to dude’s place and went in to check the damages asking me to come with him. Dude’s kitchen looked pretty clean, but I could see spots of wet here and there. Al pointed at some contraption on the counter and said, “This is it.. this is what did it.”
I don’t know what this thing is for.. but it has two compartments, one was labeled “Sediment” I can’t remember what the other was called. There was a hose attached to the kitchen faucet and he had some odd adapter hooked to the sink there. Knowing what I know about him… I suspect this is connected to some kind of “growing” or maybe “brewing” system. The hallway smells like freshly cut grass.
Luckily, I forgot the towel behind the bathroom door on the trick towel rack. So I have a towel to use when I shower. I now must go wash ALL my towels.
Al is going to make Dude pay for whatever needs replacing, thank you Al! But seriously… I’m SO TIRED of this crap.. Really?!?
God, what did I do? I know you think I’m strong and all, but there’s only so much a girl can take until she breaks. Please, give me some kinda signal that this shit is done raining down on me.
