Water, Water, Everywhere...

Well, it wasn't quite THIS bad, but the way the landlady reacted to our "kitchen emergency" you'd think it was. What I am referring to is what I woke up to on Tuesday morning. Kat had the night off from work on Monday, and did her usual thing, doing the laundry and washing a load of dishes. Well, apparently, when she started the dishwasher at 6am, she didn't check to make sure that the drain in the kitchen sink was free of obstruction and upon reaching the final rinse cycle, something (I think it was a lid from a plastic butter tub) had somehow managed to cover the drain, and therefore caused the kitchen sink to overflow, and run all over the floor. Since we live in the upstairs apartment, and the floor slopes slightly toward the wall with the refrigerator and stove, the water gravitated toward that area, and leaked down through the hole where the gas connection comes up through the floor, and into the downstairs neighbors kitchen. Keep in mind, now, that the downstairs neighbors are infamous when it comes to overreacting to anything or over-exaggerating things,and immediately called our wonderful landlady, who immediately called in a fit of fury threatening to sue us for the THOUSANDS of dollars that it would cost to repair the damage. She was convinced that there was over a foot of water in the kitchen (uh hello, if there was over a foot of water on the floor, it would have been evenly distributed throughout the apartment and flowing like Niagara Falls down both sets of stairs- that is, of course, provided that the entire floor hadn't already collapsed from the weight of all that water), and that the floor had to be buckling, not to mention the "shop vac we were using to clean up all that water" (her exact words. -note: it wasn't a shop vac, but a very small portable carpet cleaner that we were using to suck up the water quicker than using a mop.) She insisted, and was very vehement about it, that she was going to come by at 10:30a.m. to inspect the massive damage that we caused. I finished the cleanup shortly after I hung up the phone (the entire process took about 30 minutes) and convinced Kat to stay up and wait for the landlady to come by to deal with her, since 1) it was her fault the kitchen flooded in the first place, and 2) I had to be in class at 10a.m. I called home on my break between classes to see how things went, and apparently, the landlady was in extreme disbelief that the floor was completely dry, and there was no evidence of the flood of the century anywhere upstairs. I have no idea what she was expecting, but I surmise that she was extremely disappointed. Apparently, she continued to rant and rave about the massive damage that was nowhere to be seen, while her husband (the one who usually does the yelling) remained calm and rational about it all. Thankfully, though, the ordeal was over, and life resumed as normal upon her departure.