Because I'm not willing to look up and link to past posts wherein I might have described our digs, I'm going to repeat for new and old readers some information which may be relevant to this post:
1) our condo is decorated to suit the tastes of Huggy Bear (think purple and mirrors - lots of them), and
2) the plumbing sucks.
We've had the building handyman ("HM") up here several times - usually to fix the ever-clogging tub and leaky toilet. Most recently, the hot water faucet stopped working - refusing to emit anything resembling hot water, or if I am to be precise - water. In order to take a shower, we had to reach behind the bathroom cabinet, (praying all the while that no spiders had made themselves at home), to turn on the hot water.
Then one day the bathroom light ignored all attempts to, well, light. I thought perhaps we had somehow burnt out all the bulbs at once (there are four), but no such luck.
About a month and a half ago, we reported both situations to our landlord. Let me emphasize - 1 month (30 days) and a 1/2 (15 days). 45 days total without proper lighting (Thank God for Coleman's camping lanterns!) and the increasing possibility of an electrical fire. To say our landlord moves like molasses is understating the situation. I want to emphasize he is the nicest guy possible, I just think he has trouble remembering things.
Or so I thought. He finally called, and it turns out that the building HM is running around fixing everybody's stuff on crutches. On top of that, the landlord had to get permission from the owner downstairs to go into her unit, since our plumbing connects to hers.
Friday morning, before I left for work, we got a call that the impaired HM would be coming to fix things. Jeff decided to stay home to watch over things and help as needed.
What happened next I cannot believe I'm about to share with you, and in fact, only probably do so because I'm out of Nablopomo material.
