Thursday, February 12, 2009

These are a few of my "unfavorite" things!

What would a night be without drunken hobos and sewage backup in the basement? well, i wish i didn't know. . .

Last night was quite fun and it all started a little before eight. I had just put indy to bed when i heard a loud banging on the outer door of our apartment house (we have an inner door that leads right into our apartment and, an outer door that leads to the hallway for both of the apartments in our house). Thinking that it was Pace who had forgotten his keys, i jumped up and ran out the door to open it for him. . . but the thing is that in the place of pace was some older african american gentlemen with a bag of beer cans in his hand. I immediately ran back inside and locked the door. I grabbed kendy and tried to be as quiet as possible. I thought, "well, hey, it might be our neighbors friend or perhaps a sales puke", but i thought wrong! I heard the door rattle and then a man yelling at the top of his lungs, "can and bottle guy!!!". He was right outside our inner door, or what we use as our front door! I was a bit scared and queited kendy down so that he would go away. Well, i didn't hear anything so i went back to my business and then pace called. He was asking about the guy and said that the Dave and Sarah upstairs were freaked out because they had given him some cans earlier and he seemed to them a hobo. He had come back for more but none of us wanted to answer our doors, well, anyway, they were scared that perhaps he hadn't left and was in our shared basement. Pace came home and we called the cops. . . when they showed up the cop busted out his gun and started yelling, "cops, come on out!". It turned out the guy wasnt' down in our basement, thankfully ;), but that is when we noticed that our basement was full of well, what we thought was water! the whole floor was almost covered (it is not even, and is frankly the scariest/oldest basement i have ever been in), the high parts were still dry but we were concerned because if it kept on going we might as well purchase some flood pants. I went downstairs to check it out for myself and knew immediately by the smell that it was not water but . . . sewage!
that is right. . . sewage!?@!?%?!!@!#!
the night was a bummer and was spent trying to find someone to come and take care of our "problem". we were up until two watching it rise and decided to wait until morning. . . roto rooter came at around eleven thirty and fixed it but, not a moment too soon! The water/sludge/sewage mixture was about to spill out into our hallway and towards our stairs to the upstairs hallway. what a blast to be in poopy waters! I am glad it is drained but we still have some clean up to do. . . good thing our landlord is finding someone else to do the cleaning up!

pics of proof:
the wooden pallets were completely under, needless to say. . . we will never use that microwave :)

measuring up the goop


Jacob and Katie said...

I'm so sorry, I thought the caption said, "Pics of Poo" instead of proof! But it sounded like it was pretty close :-( That is just terrible, but it's a good thing you rented and the landlord can step in.

Mark & Alison said...

Oh man! That sucks! First you had deal with a bum then you had to deal with the stuff that comes from a bum... I hope you don't have to deal with that situation again.

The Hicken's said...

Oh, Karli. I am so sorry that is pretty bad. You are VERY lucky that you are renting and don't have to take care of it yourselves!!! Pretty scary about the hobo too!