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:
I feel for you, Z Girl, I really do. Good thing you have a great sense of humor.
I think the plunger wrapped with a ribbon and bow is a wonderful idea
betty
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
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