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There is a Giant Hole in My Apartment
Quirky speculations and panic (only mild)
It was a Tuesday afternoon like any other.
There I was, minding my business in my apartment, probably complaining about the latest round of ChatGPT-generated texts my boss was making me review when… the doorbell sounded like the building was on fire and I was the last one to evacuate. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and much less what had to be a sexy firefighter, so imagine my surprise when I picked up the receiver and discovered that it was a real estate agent showing the apartment downstairs.
More to the point, a real estate agent screaming that there was a waterfall in the apartment below mine that had to be coming from my floor.
Shortly after, three men called by the building administrator showed up at my door, claiming they had to “find the leak!”
Find The Leak turned out to be a not-fun-for-me game in which they broke the bathroom floor for a few loud hours. The bathroom is not big. It’s tiny, in fact. If you saw the three tall men and the tiny bathroom, it’d remind you of the how elephants fit in a little car joke. And yet, three tall men and lots of loud tools fit and fought in my bathroom. Sadly, the bathroom lost.
