I really thought Brittany had pulled her act together. Silly me. I think she was just giving us a break before she attempted to flood our apartment.
Chad and I came home from work and school Tuesday night to find water in our downstairs half bath. We looked and couldn't quite figure out where it was coming from. Chad said it looked like it was coming from the wall. We called our landlord and the two guys my age came right over.
They looked around and came to the same conclusion, it was coming from the wall. Our wall we share with Miss Brittany. They explained that sometimes a nail or something can put a hole in a pipe and cause a leak. I laughed, they hadn't met Brittany yet. Homegirl was not hanging art in her bathroom, she was flying high trying to steal our internet. Anyways...
They go over to see if they can see what's going on. 15 minutes later they returned with wide eyes asking if I knew what was wrong with her. Uh, yeah... she's on drugs and is crazy.
Apparently Brittany had clogged her toilet and it was flooding everywhere. Instead of mopping up the water and plunging her toilet she made the executive decision to just do nothing. Yup, nothing. The water was flooding their entire first floor, no biggie.
So these two guys, who don't even rent to her and have nothing to do with letting her live there, went out and bought a plunger and fixed her toilet. They said she told them she would get some towels to mop up the mess. I told them I would call them if the water didn't go away. Because let's face it. She's not going to go out and buy towels.
You would think that in the 3 times she's been over this week she could have at least asked to borrow a plunger or something. Nope, your toilet overflowing everywhere isn't nearly as important as getting the internet.
Aparmtent life is the *best*. We had gone a whole year with realatively little mishaps, now we are paying the price. Anyone else have their own apartment horror stories to add?