The awakening

I was awakened this morning by the sound of running water. I got up to see two streams of rust-colored liquid pouring down through the light fixture on the bathroom ceiling. There was already at least a quarter inch of water on the floor. Whoa, I thought, still half-asleep. I went to the kitchen and got my biggest (gumbo) pot and put it under the flow. It was half full in less than 30 seconds, so I went back and got the secong biggest pot. I changed them just in time, that nasty water dripping on me when I bent over to do it. Gross, I thought. The water was coming down faster and spraying out further, so I got down my biggest ice chest and put that in place of the pots. I went to get the emergency phone numbers from my fridge, then saw the ice chest was full. I started bailing it out with the pots and dumping the rusty water into the tub. Then there was a knock at the door, so I put on some jeans and answered it - the maintenance guys. I told them I just woke up to this and opened the door to show the scene. They said they had to go up another floor. After a while it slowed down, so I put down some towels to mop up the standing water. The maintenance guys came back. They said it was an overflowing toilet and offered to vaccuum the water off my bathroom floor, but it was already mostly absorbed by the multiple towels I threw down. The dude said they'll come back to replace the light fixture and leave me some quarters for laundry. [That stuff wasn't there when I got home.]

So Evan, Paula, & I [aka The Dirty South and One from Saugus] got second place at the trivia last night. We got Bacardi football jerseys.