We were spending our Sunday morning going through our loft (think basement/attic for you folks with a house) and getting all our, er, Michelle's winter clothes out. I'd say we took down 6ish plastic bins filled with clothes and shoes. One half of one bin, containing like, 5 sweaters, was mine. We have a walk in closet, and it started out 50:50. We're down to like 30:70, and Meeche is closing in fast.
So we were up there a few weeks ago, and we noticed that one of the bins had some watery crap stains on it. We thought about looking into it, and then became lazy and decided not to. Well this time, Michelle saw water, and she saw water dripping. It's coming from where our neighbor's bathroom is. Which is not good. No good water comes from a bathroom. It's coming from one of 3 places. 1) The toilet. I don't think I have to go into this in more detail. 2) The sink. Toothpaste spit, shaved facial hair, etc. Or 3) The shower. Washed-off filth.
So the first thing that comes to mind, is "Shit." Because this is a problem, and problems cost money. Money is something we don't have right now. We know what money is, we know what's it's used for, and we even used to have a little extra. We now give all our money to Bank of America, American Express, and Nissan Motor Acceptance Corporation, among a few dozen others. So we immediately turn into plumbers, and we try to make sure that we will not be responsible for this.
Michelle calls our management company, and they send out the Ghostbusters plumbing team. I think they were driving the original car from Ghostbusters, I swear. So, two kids bust into our house, and are like, "Where's the leak?" I'm like, "Hi, what's up?" He's like, "Is it in the bathroom?" Ok. So we stopped talking to each other after that exchange.
The kid says it's coming from the shower upstairs and it's going to take 2 or 3 hours, and they have to come back. Michelle had to go upstairs and break the news to our neighbors, and when she came down, she felt really bad. They are so freaking nice. Like, How did this couple end up in Boston? nice. And how did we luck out and have really nice, and really quiet neighbors?
They gave an estimate of who would pay for it, and how much it would cost.
Dodged a bullet. Someone was smiling on us on this day.