10/17/09

Eye-searing Irony

"Thank the gods," I said to myself as I carried laundry down to the lake-less basement, "the leaking's finally stopped."

As if on cue, I heard dripping water.

I turned and found a refrigerator-size (and rapidly growing) puddle under the hot water heater.

The landlord, in a surprise turn of events, answered his phone on my first call.  "It's so funny, because I grew up in that house and I've never had problems with it, ever."

Well, when it rains.

More on this weather report as it develops.

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