The Flood

Last weekend I got new upstairs neighbors.  And though they are children of God, they are the types of people who make me want to skip all of my future plans and just get my own house! They are always loud and they have a couple of kids who are always crying or running back and forth across the apartment.
On Tuesday morning I woke up around 5:30 to their truck starting outside my bedroom and I heard pouring rain outside.  My first thought was "Oh man, it's going to melt all the snow!" And then I thought "It wasn't even supposed to rain today."  Then I heard that unmistakable sound water makes when it drips onto the carpet.  I got up, turned the light on and realized it was dripping from the window.  Then I turned around and realized it was also dripping in the closet.  I started listening to the heavy rain outside and thought it sounded strange.  I went out into the living room and realized suddenly that the rain I was hearing was not outside, it was inside.  I open the door to the second bedroom, turn on the light and see that water is not dripping, but streaming down from the light fixture and random spots in the ceiling.  I go in the bathroom, same thing.  The laundry room is the worst spot, it's pouring down.  Seriously, the amount of water that is falling from the ceiling is unbelievable!

That is the sound if it raining in my apartment

I called the maintenance guy and he asks me to go upstairs to see if anyone is home.  I hate to make judgments about other people, but the man who answers the door is clearly not the sharpest tool in the shed. The first thing I notice is that I have the attention of only one eye. The other seems fixed on a spot on the ceiling.  I don't even have to say anything, he knows why I'm there. He immediately begins to tell me that they hooked up their washer and dryer last night but the hose kept popping off. They hooked it back up this morning and turned it on, but the hose came off again.  But don't worry, he's going to get some duct tape to try to stick it on.  As if that's what I came up here at 6:00 in the morning to discuss.  And it's only been on for like half an hour. Really? Half an hour? Judging by the amount of water that's flowing into my apartment in every room, I think you're lying.  Well, to make a long story short, everything in my apartment had to be moved to the one outside wall that did not get wet. Everything had to be taken out of my second bedroom, the carpet in every room was pulled up and three giant fans were put under the carpet to dry it out, houses were sucking water out of the bathroom, and a huge dehumidifier is sitting in the living room right in front of my beautiful Christmas tree (along with a huge pile of all my stuff).

So after a couple of days in a hotel, things are finally back to normal.  All my stuff is put back in it's normal spot and miraculously nothing of mine was damaged. And the story has kind of a happy ending.  Those annoying people who were my upstairs neighbors are no longer my neighbors at all.  My new upstairs neighbors will be missionaries from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  Hopefully a significant improvement over the last tenants :)