Thursday, August 22, 2002
You never miss it......till it's gone.
I come home for lunch today to find a huge backhoe in front of my house, with the obligatory beer gutted, butt crack showing, armpit scratching, town engineers standing around discussing how to turn a 1/2 hour job into a career. They scrape their knuckles on the ground, beat their chests, and stroke their imaginary beards in contemplation. Bottom line, no water.
There has been a water leak in front of my house for the past 6 months, and they pick today to "fix" it. I use the word fix loosely.
The landlord has been trying to hook up with these guys for months, and they told him just last week that they wouldn�t be able to get to it till possibly next month.
Here�s the kicker, �they� are only digging up half of it, from the line to the connection. The landlord has to dig up from the house to the connection. Surprise, surprise, the engineers didn�t inform him that they would start today. He found out when the woman upstairs called to complain that there was no water.
So he calls me at work to inform me. Great!
�No problem� I say, �I can go a day without water, what�s the big deal�
I will tell you what the big deal is��.you need water for everything. You can�t wash your hands, do laundry, cook or even rinse out a cup so you can soothe your parched throat in this sweltering heat. Now I have to let �the boy� drink from the carton, and he back washes. YUCK! And I won�t even start about the obvious toilette flushing dilemma. The bathroom is gonna be good and ripe by tomorrow.
That old saying is so true, �you never miss it till its gone�. And let me tell you, I am missing it now.
I am sure, somehow, �the boy� will take this opportunity to have one of his power-puke/explosive-diarrhea marathons.
That is just the luck I have been having lately.