Two weekends ago, Tom took me to a Cubs game. Whoo! I love going to live games. They played really well on Friday night, so I was hoping for a repeat performance. Of course they lost like 9-2 Cards, boooo hisssss! So that was pretty depressing.
After the game we went to my dad's apartment for dinner. We were having a nice time, making the food and hanging out, drinking of course. We sit down to dinner, and just as we're finishing there was a loud knock at the door.
I answered it. There was a maintenance man there who asked "Hi, are you having a leakage problem in your master bedroom?". I said "No I don't think so..." and immediately went into the bedroom, only to find that the ENTIRE room had half an inch of water on the floor. I screamed "Holy crap!" and went to pull the carpet up. Tom came running in to try and figure out what was leaking. The toilet was running but there was no water coming out. He saw the chain was caught. The maintenance man ran down to get a wet vac. I grabbed the mop and started cleaning the mess. Tom was toweling the floor. It was a very frantic 45 minutes, pulling things out of the closet, trying to vacuum the dripping carpet.
There was a lot of water, so much water that it dripped down from the 51st floor to the 48th floor. It was very traumatic and stressful. It just made me think of all I have to look forward to as Tom and I start thinking about buying our own apartment. Joy.
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