because God has sent me a flood. really. i went downstairs a few days ago to discover about 3 inches to a foot of standing water in my basement (it slants, foot at deepest, maybe over a ft). i flipped. i didn't know what to do, or who to call, so i ran to my neighbor's who is a handyman for folks in our hood. so he comes over with a pump and galoshes (the big knee-high yellow kind) and begins to pump it out. he leaves me the pump (as im running off to watch a basketball game- i saw penn clinch the ivy league title for you ball fans, it was grand!) and turns it off with instructions to do this thru the night til he can get in in the day time and see what's up when i have some time. so Sat day he returns. and so does the flood. he finds the place it's coming from- no no, my pipes have not burst, but water *is* coming in thru the WALL under ground in the front of the house. mind you my basement is 40 feet in length by 15 feet width, and i *had* been planning to finish it.
so my neighbor ends up digging two feet into my wall (which was soft as putty even though it's concrete) to find that it WASN'T my pipe leaking. no. it's the city's problem. there is a pipe outside that has burst and is leaking a small creek into my basement. constant flow. so my neighbor and i agreed that while the city takes it's sweet ass time getting out here to work, we should drill a tiny hole in the top of a pipe to keep the flood waters at a minimum. so now i guess i can make a home insurance claim? that's on tomorrow's agenda. and then, as if life wasn't going to get any worse (although the relationship aspect is going very well), i was driving home late night and had a drunk driver cut me off. so i, instead of letting him hit me, swerve to avoid and hit a curb going 65 mph! blew out my tire and now need a new wheel and tire, $600 caching! so i am begging karma to tell me what the heck i did to incur such wrath. i feel like karma and the city, and my car dealership, are bending me over all together and giving it to me hard with no lube. ow.
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) to find that it WASN'T my pipe leaking. no. it's the city's problem. there is a pipe outside that has burst and is leaking a small creek into my basement. constant flow. so my neighbor and i agreed that while the city takes it's sweet ass time getting out here to work, we should drill a tiny hole in the top of a pipe to keep the flood waters at a minimum. so now i guess i can make a home insurance claim? that's on tomorrow's agenda. and then, as if life wasn't going to get any worse (although the relationship aspect is going very well), i was driving home late night and had a drunk driver cut me off. so i, instead of letting him hit me, swerve to avoid and hit a curb going 65 mph! blew out my tire and now need a new wheel and tire, $600 caching! so i am begging karma to tell me what the heck i did to incur such wrath. i feel like karma and the city, and my car dealership, are bending me over all together and giving it to me hard with no lube. ow.
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