Solid Pipes

My biceps are solid, looking pretty good actually. Wish I could say the same for the pipes in my kitchen though. I arrived home after 10, smelling pretty ripe from a busy day, walking in the rain and going to yoga. I was so ready for a shower and my biscuit.

Post shower I was about to brush the chops when a noise went off in the kitchen. For the first time I was truly scared. I thought someone was breaking in (in hindsight he probably wouldn’t have stayed long and would have run with fear once he got sight of my nakedness and big ass pimple on my chin). Anyway, after a quick moment of panic I realized that water was spewing from kitchen to living room to bedroom. Ack! There was a waterfall in my house. Shoes, books, clothes, everything in its path was getting soaked. Oh, and it smelled - Josie said like pee, I said like formaldehyde, JuanCa said like burned something. No importa, I still wasn’t happy that I had to run through it, more than once, like a summer fire hydrant, oh did I mention I was in my towel with the whole crew here. Luckily, when you’re living in a new place with new people, some doing the same thing, you get close quick. They were all very supportive about the near nakedness and all my soggy shoes.

So that was Wednesday night. JuanCa got Daniel out of bed. They repaired the pipe on the spot and cleaned up the 3” flood in the place. All of my shoes then hung out on the line for a day – watch out though, rain comes quick here. It’s Friday, they’re finally dry.

So, speaking of Friday, this morning I awoke quite quickly when the pipe burst AGAIN! Ack!