25 February 2008

Now We're Washing With Water

I was supposed to call maintenance first thing this morning. But maintenance was closed when I was ready to call, and I promptly forgot. By the time I remembered, it was after noon. So I was not surprised when I came home to a still broken sink. I was, however, surprised by the pounding on my door just before 5:30. There were two maintenance people. And they apologized for knocking so loudly.

I left them alone for few minutes, and then I got curious. One maintenance man fixed two problems. My dishwasher was apparently draining improperly. That's nice to know after 2+ years. He replaced the faucet altogether. We were upgraded to a brushed metal single faucet, instead of a faucet with external knobs. No, it's not the exact same color as the sink. Yes, that will bother me slightly. No, I'm not sure I'll get over it.

While the one man was fixing, the other was going and getting and coming back, but mostly just standing there. The fixing man laughed at me for taking pictures. Then he asked my age. I told him, and he said "Oh good, because we can't be here if you're underage." The fixing man and the standing man agreed I look really young. I would say it was them, but a girl in kick boxing last week asked me what high school I go to. This has never happened to me before. Maybe Jesse aged me.

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