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Imagine my surprise when I come home from work yesterday to find the managers golf cart in front of my apartment. Now, a hundred horrible things are running through my head...Are the kids alright? Did they get in trouble? How much is this gonna cost me?
I get to the front door and see that the porch is wet and I have a bad flash back to a couple of weeks ago. I swing open the door to find Lori and Mel both with their hands full of my furnishings. I glance down and see that I am standing in water. I look back up to Lori and say "are you kidding me?" I'm sure she saw the dred on my face because she says "I thought I would cry the first time this happened."
Come to find out, Scout had a friend over in the morning that used the bathroom and then the two of them left to catch the bus. The toilet overflowed and ran all day from about 7:30am till Feret got home at 3:00pm. The manager found out when our neighbor saw water in their livingroom.
So there are five fans and two dehumidifiers in my apartment that have to run till at least thursday. They are so loud. Why do these things happen to me? I guess its a good thing that I have a meeting on every night this week, otherwise I would have lots more time to sit in the apartment with the T.V blaring...
And to think that a couple of days ago I was worried about a Hurricaine?