Friday, January 09, 2009

In other news ...

It wasn't very long ago that I spoke of my bathroom fan predicament. I had called and called our property management folks, both speaking to them and leaving messages on a near-daily basis. When I called yesterday, I asked them to tell me how old the people were below me, so's I could share that information with the police when I told them to break in and find the old dead body down there. Yes, I was that sure they had passed on to the other side. I'd never smell anything, either, because that bathroom fan had been doing its job to beautify their air for the past three weeks or so. See how that works?

If the police didn't listen, I was going to hang from my balcony from a rope and swing onto theirs, drawing on a combination of the MacGyver and Tarzan skills within me, hoping they hadn't left their sliding glass door locked. And, if it was locked, I'd just go right through it, anyway. Oh, yes. I was going to have to take the law into my own hands. Hey, sleep's a precious thing in my world. You don't even know.

Luckily, though, I didn't have to do any of that. As it turns out, nobody actually lives beneath me. It's owned by some out-of-towners who use the place whenever they're here, only they hadn't been back in quite some time. My barrage of complaints caused the property management guys to lean on them, thereby causing them to find someone they knew who lived in the city to check things out and, well, last night it was quiet. It'd been turned off. I actually fell asleep listening to the silence of snow falling. I could practically hear my heart beating.

Oh, my my my ... it was a beautiful, beautiful thing.

4 comments:

SJ said...

Hmmm, you might miss the noise in all that calm silence.

You'll find yourself laying on your bed one night, mind playing tricks on you in the dead quiet and wish for the comfort of a loud humming nuisance.

aisy said...

took long enough. sheesh. sleep well my friend.

Marie said...

I'm glad no one had to die so you could sleep. I never have this problem -- I can sleep next to a thunderous snorer, five weeks dead.

heather said...

i'm still disappointed that i didn't get a MacGyver story out of all this.