So, it's 4:00am (on the dot, which is weird in itself) and we're off in dream world. Steve is snoring lightly, Sean is snoring lightly, and Sarah is not snoring because she's a lady. Sarah is woken out of a typically delightful dream by a cacophonous noise that she does not recognize. Upon further investigation, she finds that the bathroom ceiling is pouring water in three different places and is about to pop.
The complex maintenance man arrives, blearily rubbing his eyes, in a surprisingly short amount of time after a semi-frantic phone call from the intrepid adventurer (that's Sarah, if you're paying attention). It is discovered that the degenerates upstairs--for that's what they must be, if they let this happen to us--left their toilet running all night. The fearless maintenance man pops the ceiling and hilarity ensues. Or, at least, as much hilarity as can be found at 4:26am involving a shop-vac and three moderately awake adults, one of whom is a stranger to the others.
So let this be a lesson to you, children: Just say no to drugs.
3 comments:
good times, good times.
ahhh how nice, now you love your new neighbors
Yikes, that's crazy!
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