If I needed an excuse to start drinking again, I have one now.
THERE’S A LEAK…coming from a pipe beneath my living room floor.
I have a plumber named Nico, who should be done by 5, if all goes well, coming to repair it. Let’s hope Nico is fast and works through lunch.
Frank, the super, says, they will do their best not to make a mess and well, that’s right up there with, my wife and I have an understanding to, don’t worry…I pulled out in time.
Regardless of what they say, I’ll be living in Pompeii, till they’re finished.
I also know from experience, you need to be present so Nico and his merry men don’t break anything or use one’s drapes as a hankie.
Frank said, “You got the neatest apa-ment in the building, just so ya know. You’re a regula, Joon Cleava.”
“Yeah, and I’d like to keep it that way there Beav.”
The building will replace the floor, molding, wall, any mice I might have (God forbid) but, Ms. Cleava all in all, definitely is not a happy girl.