Let me lay it out for ya: I finished work on Thursday and I had taken Friday off to go see the Tigers wail on the A's in Game 3. I was planning on staying at my girlfriend, Kim's, place that Thursday night, but I had forgot my winter coat. I needed to get my winter coat because they had moved the Friday game up from 8pm to 4:30pm because of the expected cold weather that was coming. So I decided to go home from work before heading to Kim's.
As I get home, I hear the sound of a lot of water running, like someone was taking a shower. I thought to myself, "WTF?!?! Who's taking a shower in my apartment?!?" So I start to run toward my bathroom, and about four steps in, my feet go *squish* *squish* on the carpet and I think to myself, "oh no..." Sure enough, the lid of my toilet had shot off and water was gushing out the top like a geyser. My bathroom had turned into a lake.
Water was spewing everywhere and I dove in face first to try and twist close the shut-off valve behind the toilet. I finally got that closed while getting soaked and then I called the repair man. He came and fixed the toilet and called the cleaning crew. And get this, he said that was not the first time he had seen that. Apparantly where the water intake for the toilet meets this little pump gizmo, all of that's held together by a tiny little pin. After a while, that pin eventually rusts and breaks away. I was thinking, geez dude, that's a great plan. You're lucky I decided to come home when I did, and you're ultra lucky my apartment's on the ground floor instead of upstairs. Maintenance crews ended up working on my apartment, but my apartment smells like ass now. Nothing was damaged, but the smell is not cool.
