So last night at about nine when it was 110 degrees in our kitchen my husband decided to take one for the team and get some dishes done. We have a/c in the bedroom and the attic and that means that the rest of the apartment is usually god-awful in the summertime. Last night was no different.
I of course let him take the bullet because as I think I already mention somewhere, I’m no hero. So he’s in the kitchen and I’m in the bedroom reading and all of a sudden:
Husband: Gah! (splashing water sounds)
Me: What the hell? (goes into kitchen to find husband, floor and countertops covered in water) What happened?
Husband: It fell off!
Me: What fell off?Husband: The sink! The sink thing fell off!
I looked and sure enough the thing the water comes out of had somehow unscrewed itself from the sink top and fallen in with the dirty dishes.
Me: How did it fall off?
Husband: How should I know?
Me: Can you get it back on?
Husband: I dunno. We might have to call a plumber.
Me: It’s late.
Husband: Tomorrow then. Let me just try something…
I started wiping the floor as he attempted to screw the thing back on. Eventually it took but we have to be gentle with the sink now until a plumber can come take a look.
As we stood gazing at our new nemesis I commented, “Well, at least the floor’s now clean.”