Often when I’m asked how I’m doing I will answer “Same shit, different day”. After this past weekend, I can’t really say that. What started as an inconvenient weekend turned into a nightmare.
When we got up Saturday, we very rapidly realised we had no water. Made a few phone calls, even called the City because it’s been cold here, and city pipes have been busting here and there, nothing to report in our neck of the woods. Talked with a neighbour, turns out they don’t have water either. We now know it’s not us, alone. Another round of calls; plumber is being dispatched. A few hours later (to be expected, it’s the weekend after all) some Gino shows up (yes, I’m being derogative here, but the guy looked more like a drug pusher/pimp than a plumber), looks around and comes back about thirty minutes later to tell me that our pipes are frozen. A neighbour, two doors down, left their garage door opened, all night… Their garage and ours are side by side, and the pipes go through theirs.
An hour or so later, some other plumber (who did look like one!) showed up with equipment to thaw our pipes. The first try didn’t work for us, but did for our neighbours. So they brought in a bigger dryer and we have water again. Yay! Oh… wait… hummm… there’s water on the wall there… Sir! Something’s not right, shut the water down!
Within minutes of the water having been turned back on, it was raining in our condo. Started on the wall where our A/C unit is, then through the air exchanger, then the hallway lights, the bathroom lights, the kitchen’s recessed lights. We had towels and buckets everywhere. WTF? Our twit (read neighbour) above us had turned on the faucet in their bathroom when we (all) had no water and had left the building. When the water came back, guess what happened?
Can you say “NOT happy campers at all”? Whenever Hubby says: “Watch out for them (them being morons), they’re everywhere”, I had never realised before this past weekend, we were actually living with some so damn close!
* Lyrics from Pink's "Funhouse"