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Why does my bathroom smell like it's on fire?

The plumber accosted me as I got out of the shower in the hallway this morning. "I need to talk to you... later," he said, realizing I was wearing a towel. Once I was presentable I came out into the hallway to see what was up.

He had come to install the shower in the apartment next door, and proposed to put one in mine while he was at it.

"Um... I have to go to work," I protested weakly, "and Mme Messana said you were going to do that one, move me into it, then do mine.."

"No, that's okay, we can just pop one in right now," he offered.

"Um, isn't there something wrong with the plumbing in here?" I thought I remembered.

"Oh, that's right, the plumbing has to be completely redone in here."

I'm glad he didn't get started and then realize that! And I'm glad he didn't just "pop" one in anyway, because the aforementioned exchange occurred at 10am and they are still working on the one next door, hence the loud radio music in the hall and the small of welding torches or soldering irons wafting through the bathroom vents.

On a nearly completely unrelated note, my opticians have to solder, and their English assistant has to explain how the word is pronounced "sodder" but spelt "solder". Joy.

srah - Tuesday, 11 February 2003 - 12:21 PM
Tags: assistantship, housing

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