plumbers in my place
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Vancouver, 2002.01.10
The plumbers needed access to my apartment today. They had to get access to the front hall closet, of all places, because that's where the valves were installed that led to the apartment next to mine (I'm told the hot and cold water pipes come up in the walls inside my unit, oh joy).
Needless to say, something went awry in the closet after they'd been and gone, and the closet made a quick upgrade to shower stall. Nothing like the sound of running water to get your attention at four in the PM.
They quickly fixed it but I was glad I'd removed my few things.