40 Days and 40 Nights
My room flooded today. Waves of water came crashing down from my toilet, destroying everything in its path. Ok, not really, but apparently it was pretty close, and no, it wasn’t because I clogged the toilet.
See, the plunger in my toilet that regulates water flowing into the tank broke on Friday, allowing water to continuously flow into the tank after I flushed. Smart college-student-guy that I am, I caught onto this after it happened twice (minor spillage both times) and began turning off the water after each flush.
So today I put a note on the repair board that my toilet was broken and promptly went to class. For the most part, the rest of this is speculation since I haven’t been able to talk to our housing manager yet, but I’m almost positive that this is accurate: Mr. Hall Fix-It Man sees the note on the board. Goes into my bathroom. Fiddles with toilet. Sees that water is turned off and says, “Ah-ha! That must be it!” Turns water on and leaves room. Aquatic carnage ensued.
The rest of the story I know. The water rushed out of the bathroom and onto my hardwood floor. It began to soak into everything on the floor of my room, and since I’m a college student, that means everything in my room. The water also permeated through the floor, into my adviser’s suite below, causing chunks of plaster to fall off the ceiling, critically injuring her iron, but nothing else. Said water decided to flow into the phone/cable/ethernet conduit on the side of my room, travelled down its length to the box in the lobby, and spurted out the box.
Of course, at this time, someone saw this, thought that probably wasn’t right, and gave the right people a call. They came in, turned off the water, mopped it all up, took away my carpets (presumably for cleaning), and started some fans running in my room. Oh, and they actually fixed the toilet this time.
Luckily there was no damage to anything important. Everything’s dry now. They also left me a nice message telling me what happened (sorta). I guess I’m lucky that more damage wasn’t done, but it was still a pretty stupid situation. Now I’m going to go find my carpets.
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