The maintenance guys came by at about 2pm yesterday. They shouldn’t have needed to get into my apartment, since the leak was in the upstairs shower, and since there was no damage to the ceiling. What did they need to come in for? To caulk my tub. That’s right. The upstairs shower was leaking, so they caulked my tub.
Jeenyous!
I’m hoping they also caulked the upstairs tub, and that they only did mine, too, as a form of sympathetic magic.
Oh, and it took two guys to do the caulking. One–the younger–did the actual work, while the other–a wizened old dude–sat on the closed toilet and supervised. And by supervised, I mean complained about his bad back and made fun of the younger guy’s caulking abilities.
red paper boat 