WE GOT EVICTED!!!!!!!!!! (clickbait)
I could have died today.
I'm kidding, not really, there's like zero chance that I could have died. However, we did get kicked out of our house today!!
...
Is this how you make click bait-y stuff?
Sorry that this post is a bit late, I was super busy with our church's annual Oktoberfest today (I'll be posting about it on my other blog, Today I Met, if you want to hear about it!) But anyway, I'm sure you want to know why I bothered with the clickbait title and the shenanigans. So stand up! Now go make some popcorn and sit back down because lesgo:
So this lovely lil' story starts two months ago, on a fateful day in the middle of summer. The mowers were buzzing around, being generally bad at their job and causing grass to go alloverda place. As they swept past our yard, Mom noticed that the cap on the external sewer pipe was missing - possibly because of the mowers, possibly because of other things, maybe a mixture of both. At any rate, she had that thought of, 'Huh. That doesn't look right,' so being the good home renter she is, she called up the housing office and reported it.
Fast forward to a week ago - the housing office hasn't responded or replaced the cap. Our sewer pipe was just open for any kid to drop things into, for birds and bunnies and squirrels to mess with, etc. We'd been having problems with our downstairs bathroom for a while, and now the sinks were draining oddly - not overflowing, just...slow.
Too slow.
Mom decided that she'd had enough of our trippy toilet and taped it closed, calling the housing office again demanding that they send out a plumber. I shrug it off (just a weird toilet, right?) and went to take a bath. However, when I drained the bath...my upstairs toilet starts...blurbulling.
Now, if you don't know anything about plumbing, this may seem okay to you. It was not. The plumbing between sinks, toilets, and tubs are supposed to remain seperate, in order to avoid issues. Except now we were having issues...this couldn't be good news.
The next morning Mom calls the housing office again and says it's an emergency, y'all need to come fix this immediately. They agree. After hours of waiting ("emergency"), a housing office handyman arrives. Messes around with the downstairs toilet. Mom mentions the still uncapped sewer pipe and they discover...our yard is flooded. With. Stuff. ...bathroom...stuff. .......yeah. Anyway, he messes around with the still uncapped sewer pipe. Talks far too much. He eventually declares that he can't fix it and calls in a specialist.
The specialist was a couple decades younger than the handyman. He throws a couple of rather hurtful jabs at the handyman before setting to work. He messes around with sewer pipe. Messes around with the toilet. Asks Mom to run every sink in the house (no, really!) Messes around with the pipe some more. Declares that there's something wedged in the pipe, and that he can't reach it.
(Mom and I are just like, 'Gee, could it be the cap that we reported missing two months ago?')
Mom (who's chatting with the plumber through an open, screenless window while simultaneously trying to keep our demon cat from escaping) says: so what do we do?
Plumber: well...we're going to have to dig up your yard
Mom: What?! When can you get that done?
Plumber: Well, tomorrow morning. We'll reimburse you for the hotel, of course (military readers know that this is not very likely)
Mom: Hotel?
Plumber: yeahhhh you can't use ANY of the plumbing in your house until we dig up the pipe and remove whatever's obstructing it
Mom: ??!
Me: ???!
So fast forward an hour and a half and Mom, Skoshi, and I (Dad was off on a trip) are settled in a hotel, eating free popcorn and deciding which of the free wifis was better. Not much interesting really happened, just that Mom found out that I freak in any kind of cafeteria situation, we ate a lot of popcorn, I got creeped out by some ginger kid in an elevator. You know, the usual.
The next morning, under the drizzle of a cloudy sky, we pack up. Skoshi startles the sleepy hotel residents as she desperately skids across the lobby tile. We put her and our backpacks in the car and drive home, staring longingly after the Starbucks that we don't have time to stop at. And come home to....
Um.
UM.
UM WHAT IS HAPPENING?!
There were about ten guys standing around in our driveway/yard, and then in our side yard, a giant backhoe and an unfinsihed hole. Mom went to investigate and found that they had started to dig without checking for gas/electric lines (remember kids, click before you dig, stop drop and roll, just say no, etc.) I mean, c'mon guys, you're professionals, you're supposed to know to check before you start digging, right?
Right?!
I would have stuck around, but I had pre-Calc in half an hour and I had no time for that nonsense. So I went inside, went through my day like this thing wasn't staring at me through ourschool room dining room window (we're not cool enough homeschoolers to have a school room anymore):
"Hey. You wanna come out and dig some holes :) :)"
...I don't know where that came from. Anyway, that's the story of how we got evicted from our house for a night. Our plumbing is working now, by the way, and no grass was harmed in the making of this blog post. I mean, a lot of it was dug up, but it wasn't during the making of this blog post ;) Have you ever gotten evicted from your house because the cap of your sewer pipe was cracked by the incompetent mowers and fell down, thereby blocking it and causing a small flood in your side yard? Tell me in the comments below! I'd love to hear about your freakishly similar story.
Have a great week!
I'm kidding, not really, there's like zero chance that I could have died. However, we did get kicked out of our house today!!
...
Is this how you make click bait-y stuff?
Sorry that this post is a bit late, I was super busy with our church's annual Oktoberfest today (I'll be posting about it on my other blog, Today I Met, if you want to hear about it!) But anyway, I'm sure you want to know why I bothered with the clickbait title and the shenanigans. So stand up! Now go make some popcorn and sit back down because lesgo:
So this lovely lil' story starts two months ago, on a fateful day in the middle of summer. The mowers were buzzing around, being generally bad at their job and causing grass to go alloverda place. As they swept past our yard, Mom noticed that the cap on the external sewer pipe was missing - possibly because of the mowers, possibly because of other things, maybe a mixture of both. At any rate, she had that thought of, 'Huh. That doesn't look right,' so being the good home renter she is, she called up the housing office and reported it.
Fast forward to a week ago - the housing office hasn't responded or replaced the cap. Our sewer pipe was just open for any kid to drop things into, for birds and bunnies and squirrels to mess with, etc. We'd been having problems with our downstairs bathroom for a while, and now the sinks were draining oddly - not overflowing, just...slow.
Too slow.
Mom decided that she'd had enough of our trippy toilet and taped it closed, calling the housing office again demanding that they send out a plumber. I shrug it off (just a weird toilet, right?) and went to take a bath. However, when I drained the bath...my upstairs toilet starts...blurbulling.
Now, if you don't know anything about plumbing, this may seem okay to you. It was not. The plumbing between sinks, toilets, and tubs are supposed to remain seperate, in order to avoid issues. Except now we were having issues...this couldn't be good news.
The next morning Mom calls the housing office again and says it's an emergency, y'all need to come fix this immediately. They agree. After hours of waiting ("emergency"), a housing office handyman arrives. Messes around with the downstairs toilet. Mom mentions the still uncapped sewer pipe and they discover...our yard is flooded. With. Stuff. ...bathroom...stuff. .......yeah. Anyway, he messes around with the still uncapped sewer pipe. Talks far too much. He eventually declares that he can't fix it and calls in a specialist.
The specialist was a couple decades younger than the handyman. He throws a couple of rather hurtful jabs at the handyman before setting to work. He messes around with sewer pipe. Messes around with the toilet. Asks Mom to run every sink in the house (no, really!) Messes around with the pipe some more. Declares that there's something wedged in the pipe, and that he can't reach it.
(Mom and I are just like, 'Gee, could it be the cap that we reported missing two months ago?')
Mom (who's chatting with the plumber through an open, screenless window while simultaneously trying to keep our demon cat from escaping) says: so what do we do?
Plumber: well...we're going to have to dig up your yard
Mom: What?! When can you get that done?
Plumber: Well, tomorrow morning. We'll reimburse you for the hotel, of course (military readers know that this is not very likely)
Mom: Hotel?
Plumber: yeahhhh you can't use ANY of the plumbing in your house until we dig up the pipe and remove whatever's obstructing it
Mom: ??!
Me: ???!
So fast forward an hour and a half and Mom, Skoshi, and I (Dad was off on a trip) are settled in a hotel, eating free popcorn and deciding which of the free wifis was better. Not much interesting really happened, just that Mom found out that I freak in any kind of cafeteria situation, we ate a lot of popcorn, I got creeped out by some ginger kid in an elevator. You know, the usual.
The next morning, under the drizzle of a cloudy sky, we pack up. Skoshi startles the sleepy hotel residents as she desperately skids across the lobby tile. We put her and our backpacks in the car and drive home, staring longingly after the Starbucks that we don't have time to stop at. And come home to....
Um.
UM.
UM WHAT IS HAPPENING?!
There were about ten guys standing around in our driveway/yard, and then in our side yard, a giant backhoe and an unfinsihed hole. Mom went to investigate and found that they had started to dig without checking for gas/electric lines (remember kids, click before you dig, stop drop and roll, just say no, etc.) I mean, c'mon guys, you're professionals, you're supposed to know to check before you start digging, right?
Right?!
I would have stuck around, but I had pre-Calc in half an hour and I had no time for that nonsense. So I went inside, went through my day like this thing wasn't staring at me through our
"Hey. You wanna come out and dig some holes :) :)"
...I don't know where that came from. Anyway, that's the story of how we got evicted from our house for a night. Our plumbing is working now, by the way, and no grass was harmed in the making of this blog post. I mean, a lot of it was dug up, but it wasn't during the making of this blog post ;) Have you ever gotten evicted from your house because the cap of your sewer pipe was cracked by the incompetent mowers and fell down, thereby blocking it and causing a small flood in your side yard? Tell me in the comments below! I'd love to hear about your freakishly similar story.
Have a great week!
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