Thursday, January 26, 2006

Well, that's solved

Upstairs.  The son.  Overflowed the toilet.  And, for some reason, declined to answer the phone when I'd called.  Also decided to exercise his right to remain silent when I knocked on their door that night, asking if anyone had any idea why it might have been raining in my bathroom that morning.

This is, I note, the second time they've had a toilet-related flood incident that had effects in my unit.  (The first was in the other bathroom, and ultimately resulted in me having the wall torn out and re-drywalled.)

Think they'd take it in the right spirit if I left a plunger, wrapped up in nice big ribbon, on their doorstep?

3 comments:

andreakingme said...

I feel for you, Z Girl, I really do. Good thing you have a great sense of humor.

lv2trnscrb said...

I think the plunger wrapped with a ribbon and bow is a wonderful idea

betty

hewasolddog299 said...

Even better than a bow: Wrap it in the subpeona to the "Show Cause" hearing demanding they vacate the premises for being such a bunch of dumbasses.

wil