The Joys of Homeownership
When I heard the sound of water dripping, I thought it was the sink. My kitchen faucet is old and disgusting and it drips a drop here and there. It’s audible when I’ve been too lazy to wash the dishes from dinner that night. That’s what I thought it was. But then I looked up from the manuscript I was thoroughly enjoying and was horrified to see the shimmer of water dripping from above onto the wall above my bedroom door. Water. AGAIN? Are you frickin’ kidding me?
I went upstairs and banged on the door but it was late and though I heard someone moving around inside, no one answered. I get it. I wouldn’t want to answer the door if I was just out of the shower and some strange person was banging on my door at nearly midnight. I wrote the person a letter, crammed it between the door and lintel and waited out a sleepless night.
Early this morning she called. Deeply apologetic and so sincere I couldn’t be mad anymore. Her mom was here to meet the plumber when he came. I called the property manager and asked the building maintenance man to be here when that plumber came to in a way represent my interests and have someone impartial assess the damage and give their opinion. The leak was hopefully fixed, her floor was spared, and my wall has begun to dry. We’ll wait and see.
She thanked me for being understanding, but really, what can you do? It’s not cancer.