im out at a bar and Kristen calls me and tells me our bedroom is flooding.
It’s storming pretty badly tonight.
On my way home, my co-worker, Jonathan (who’s giving me a ride) and I decide to swing by our work because our building is, for lack of a better term, below sea level.
We manage to park a distance away, run to our building barefoot, and put up our flood gates (that, really, we don’t even know if they work or not - but that’s a story for another time).
We had to use our keys to pry open the doors for the flood gates
When we get back to Jonathan’s car, he notices his car key is bent. He tries to bend it back, but it ends up snapping in half. He shoves the top half into his car door, and then shoves the back half in so he could unlock the car to get us out of the pouring rain and to our cell phones.
Our manager, who was out with us, rescued us from our work and took all three of us to my apartment.
I called the maintenance guy 40 minutes ago, but he still hasn’t shown. I couldn’t really hear him on the phone, which I’m sure helped a lot. But I did explain everything clearly.
It’s been fun, guys. It really has.
