This is… a little hard for me to believe, but it did indeed happen.
At about 3:45 in the afternoon yesterday, my roommates and I heard a very loud dripping noise coming from the other bathroom. There was water dripping out of the air conditioning vents, which happens when it’s on and there’s been a change in temperature (by far not the worst thing that’s been wrong with this apartment). As we’re watching, the dripping starts to become a downpour that’s starts flooding our bathroom floor. We hurry up and put towels and a bucket down to absorb it, if only to keep it from spreading.
I called management, and I think this is the only time I’ve ever heard Alice tell me to make a bigger deal out of something than I actually was. (The conversation went something like this: “Hi. We have a slight problem with our bathroom.” “It’s not a slight problem! There’s water pouring out of the AC vents and down the walls.” “All right, so not slight. Actually, send someone as soon as you can, please. We think they flooded the bathroom upstairs.”)
About 15 minutes later, the repairman knocks on our door and comes in to try to mop up some of the water. While he’s there, he volunteers a lot of information about what happened to us.
Apparently the idjits upstairs (for I can call them nothing else) let one of their small children play with toilet paper in the bathroom sink. Aside from the fact that that’s a horrible waste of toilet paper, that’s not a big deal, right?
Well, it’s not, until of course the child clogs up the sink with the toilet paper and let’s the water keep running out over the sink, over the counter, onto the floor and flooding the bathroom. Somehow it even gets into our AC ducts and thus into our bathroom.
We’ve got plenty of reason to dislike our upstairs neighbors. They wake up at ungodly hours on Saturday mornings to play really crappy music out on their porch. They sit outside smoking pot (none of us have ever seen them, but our friends next door have confirmed this for us). They let their kids run around screaming and throwing stuff on the floor all day. They wake Alice up by playing bad rap music over her room at 5 in the morning. This is just the icing on the cake.
Thankfully, the repairman also volunteered a very hopeful bit of information: They’re MOVING!
Hopefully we’ll be getting college students in next, because none of us have any qualms about storming up there to tell other college students to shut up. Besides, at least then they might have a similar schedule (awake all night and asleep all day). Either way, though, it probably won’t be any worse than what we’ve been dealing with.
And if they pull another stunt like that before they leave, we’re going to unleash Anna on them.
