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1 May 2005 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
in_steadSo, there I was, having a peaceful bath, happily ignoring the phone the one time it rang (as one does), when my front door opened and a man came in. Not into the bathroom (where I was naked, as it is my custom to be when taking a bath), but into my apartment.
I sprang from the bathtub, nearly killed myself falling on the bathmat, dragged a towel around me, and stuck my dripping-wet head into the hall to see what the hell is up.
Turns out, it's my building manager, who is (thankfully) more than willing to wait outside until I get dressed. It seems there's a leak on the level below me and he came to check the block of four apartments on this corner of the building. They didn't find anything to suggest that the leak came from my apartment, as I'd only been in the bath for about twenty minutes and downstairs has been leaking for a couple of hours.
We did have a long conversation (as I stood in my hastily donned jeans and sweatshirt, my hair dripping down my collar and my arms crossed over my chest because I was feeling somewhat self-conscious regarding the fact that I didn't take the time to put a bra on under my sweatshirt) that went like this:
him: This bathmat is wet.
me: I dripped on it when I got out of the tub.
him: The counter is wet.
me: I dripped on it when I got out of the tub.
him: The rug outside the bathroom is wet.
me: I was naked in the bath and a man I don't know came into my apartment. I displaced a lot of water in a lot of different directions when I lunged for my towel. These things are not evidence of leaks. I just dripped on them when I got out of the tub.
him: Ah.
Anyway. That was exciting. Didn't actually get to have my bath, mind you. Never got around to the washing bit and I'm feeling generally disinclined to take another shot at it just now. I'm feeling a little off the idea of getting naked right this second.
I sprang from the bathtub, nearly killed myself falling on the bathmat, dragged a towel around me, and stuck my dripping-wet head into the hall to see what the hell is up.
Turns out, it's my building manager, who is (thankfully) more than willing to wait outside until I get dressed. It seems there's a leak on the level below me and he came to check the block of four apartments on this corner of the building. They didn't find anything to suggest that the leak came from my apartment, as I'd only been in the bath for about twenty minutes and downstairs has been leaking for a couple of hours.
We did have a long conversation (as I stood in my hastily donned jeans and sweatshirt, my hair dripping down my collar and my arms crossed over my chest because I was feeling somewhat self-conscious regarding the fact that I didn't take the time to put a bra on under my sweatshirt) that went like this:
him: This bathmat is wet.
me: I dripped on it when I got out of the tub.
him: The counter is wet.
me: I dripped on it when I got out of the tub.
him: The rug outside the bathroom is wet.
me: I was naked in the bath and a man I don't know came into my apartment. I displaced a lot of water in a lot of different directions when I lunged for my towel. These things are not evidence of leaks. I just dripped on them when I got out of the tub.
him: Ah.
Anyway. That was exciting. Didn't actually get to have my bath, mind you. Never got around to the washing bit and I'm feeling generally disinclined to take another shot at it just now. I'm feeling a little off the idea of getting naked right this second.
