My apartment was leaking water from the attic. What's interesting is that the water did not drip from the ceiling, but, instead, found a way to not stain the upper part of the wall and just stain the middle of the downward. Weird, huh? Leaks come from the weirdest places.
Naturally, my insane obsessing mind couldn't leave this alone, so I lugged my buzzed behind to the attic (not my favorite place to be after the bat incident) where I began to search for the troublesome leak.
I ended up finding it right above what I imagined the entrance to my apartment was, so I placed an old empty wonton soup container from Chinese take-out right underneath it. *sigh*
It's just another call to my landlord that I dread making, and another reason why buying a house feels so much better.
If it starts leaking blood, I should call the Vatican, right?
3 comments:
Yes, put that on your list of Reasons To Buy A House.
I think I see the Virgin Mary in that stain!
(p.s. charge admission)
I'm going to have to charge admission to add to my down payment on my house. :-)
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