Well, classes for the fall semester started up yesterday. I can't help but feel a bit tired. After all, I know that this semester is going to be tricky. I know that I am probably in over my head. I also know that I desperately need some sleep.
Still, I sit here in a computer lab answering inane questions and thinking about the past couple of days.
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I spent most of the weekend away from my apartment. When I got back on Sunday night, I stepped inside.
Squish.
"Ugh, what was that? Please God, tell me that's not the carpet."(Yes, I DO have an inner monologue.)
I look down and realize that our carpet is soaked.... I'm sorry, I don't feel that soaked does the situation justice. The carpet seems as if a brontosauras urinated on the floor... for an hour... or two. About that time, I realize it also smells like a brontosauras urinated on the carpet.
"What the hell happened?" I yell down the hall.
My grinning roommate (We'll call him Enoch) pokes his head out into the hall.
"Oh, yeah. The washing machine went crazy again."
"Great. Who was washing their clothes?"
"Larry. He tossed the clothes in and went to run some errands. When he got back, the carpet was drenched."
"Do we know how much water it was?"
"Probably about 60 gallons. But there's no way to know for sure. It leaked through the wall into our neighbor's apartment."
"Are you serious? How do you know that?"
"They just came over and asked us what was going on."
"Fabulous. This is the third time that stupid machine has done this. But this is by far the worst."
I scan the living room again. There's a shop vac sitting next to the couches. We don't own a shop vac.
"Where did this come from?" I ask while pointing to the vacuum.
"Oh, Larry bought it as soon as he saw the mess. He was vacuuming for three hours straight."
"Holy crap. I guess I don't have a clue how bad it really was."
"Nah, this looks a LOT better than before."
"Great, I need to get to the kitchen. Do we have a canoe around here?"
"Ha! I wish."
Long, awkward pause as I look at the mess.
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"So, who's going to talk to the people in the office?"
"I don't know, do you want to go talk to them tomorrow?"
"I guess. The truth is that I'd like to beat that washing machine with a bat. Too bad we can't though. That would be a lot of fun."
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Well, my weekend was exciting. The good news is that the people in the office don't blame us for the mess. The washing machine is supposedly fixed. The carpet is being professionally cleaned. And the apartment won't smell as bad in a few days.
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4 comments:
you are really getting soaked . . . by a washing machine . . . three times. what does that mean?
no idea
Brontosaurus pee... Hahahaha...
Yup. Laughing here too....
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