Thursday night, or more appropriately, Friday morning, Tyson and I sprang out of bed at 1:00am to the sound of water running in our bathroom. I thought that maybe our sink or bathtub faucets had blown, but no, it was even better. Water was running through the vent on our bathroom ceiling (and later we discovered from the corner behind the door), and our floor was flooded. Tyson went to the apartment directly above us (several times) and knocked loudly on their door. He could hear them talking and laughing, but they wouldn't answer. Finally the emergency maintenance guy arrived around 3:00am and was eventually able to talk to them (although they wouldn't respond to him at first, either). After showing him their dry bathroom, I guess the woman finally 'fessed up to somehow running a bath and using the whole bathroom as her tub. (Frankly, I can't fathom what you could do that could send a steady stream of water into our bathroom for hours.)
Last night, just before I left for Becky's birthday dinner, I heard water dripping quickly onto the bathroom ceiling, and so I watched it carefully for as long as I could. When I returned later that evening, the paint was pulling away from the ceiling from the moisture, but has since returned to normal.
Next time, we'll be choosing the top floor apartment, thank you kindly. :)
Last night, just before I left for Becky's birthday dinner, I heard water dripping quickly onto the bathroom ceiling, and so I watched it carefully for as long as I could. When I returned later that evening, the paint was pulling away from the ceiling from the moisture, but has since returned to normal.
Next time, we'll be choosing the top floor apartment, thank you kindly. :)
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