Friday, April 4, 2003

The Plumber.

Last night, the "Super" from our apartment knocks on our door and asks us not to use our sink because something's wrong with the plumbing. And he said it was "too late to call the plumber."

Then, this afternoon, he comes and knocks on our door letting us know that we still can't use the sink, but the plumber is here so it will be fixed soon. So my husband and I decide to go somewhere, and as we're walking out of the apartment building, we see the plumbing truck, and right on the side it says, "24-hour Plumbing"!

So umm... why exactly couldn't he come last night? Hmmm...

*emmett* ~ who now has dishes stacked and stinking because she can't wash them. Ewww...

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