Allyson, I contacted a plumber this morning and I need to call him the afternoon.
Others have said this already, but when I read this I was livid, Allyson. He let you go a week with unclean water (sewage) in your apartment before even calling someone! I am flabbergasted. I hope you have pictures and have saved copies of everything. I'm not a sue-happy kind of person, but this kind of negligence is not remotely acceptable.
I mean, I complained because my landlords took about a month to call someone about the faucet running hot water into the tub, and while it was steaming up the bathroom, it really hurt them more than me because they pay electric.
Shannen Doherty
Oy. I actually liked her in Charmed, but this seems like a recipe for disaster.
When I decided to break my slothful weekend routine and go on a day trip to St. Louis, I had no idea exactly how much excitement I was getting into. A couple hours ago I ended up in a high-speed game of chicken on the highway, having to swerve into the median to avoid a head-on-collision with the crazy son of a bitch that was driving north in the southbound passing lane of I-55. Managed to get my car back on the highway unaided (unlike last time), but I think I may need to start keeping a gun in my car if this sort of thing is going to keep happening.
Ack, Matt! I'm glad you are okay.
I just hope everyone else on the road is, crazy driver excepted. When I got my car stopped and ready to return to the highway, there were cars coming from behind me in both lanes, which may indicate that the nutjob veered offroad too, or that they just broke into two lines again after dodging him.
Also, my cell phone will not dial directory assistance or the operator in that part of Missouri.
Another Ack. I hope the rest of your weekend is calmer, or at least less scary.
Thanks. Hopefully it will be, as I plan on spending it in my apartment.
That sounds like a good plan, all things considered.
Oy. Matt, that sounds horrible. I'm glad you're okay.
And I hope that Allyson is marshalling forces for an onslaught. That bathroom thing is ten kinds of wrong.