I know I’ve been out of the loop for a while now. But I’m back with the unbelievably dramatic life of hipcoulture.
Yesterday I was woken up by a phone call urging me to get back home because my house was flooded; that my room in the second floor was flooded. The first thing that came up to my mind was that perhaps I left my window open and it rained so hard that water came in. Then I gave it a second thought and erased it from my head. It is impossible that I opened my window in these past days, due to the scorching heat and humidity that we have at the moment it is impossible to sleep without A/C.
So what could it be then?
It couldn’t possibly be from the washing machine. It’s not like I’m back in Rome, where I flooded my apartment not once, but twice, because I didn’t put the washing machine’s pump inside the bathtub.
Apparently what’s common sense in Rome is nonsense in Puerto Rico. I had never experienced or even heard of the need to put a washing machine’s pump inside a bathtub because the house is so old that it doesn’t have the proper drainage required. I mean, it makes no sense to me. You see the closest river to where I lived was about two hours away by foot, so there is no way in hell that they used to go to the river to wash their clothes – the only plausible excuse as to why they don’t have washer machine drainage – Although then again, they do have a few fountains around. I mean, the Romans did build the first aqueduct system in order to supply towns with water, so I guess they didn’t need to go to the river to wash their clothes. Oh well, the point is it wasn’t common sense to me, and I did manage to flood two apartments and get away with it because I couldn’t understand half of what was being said by my angry neighbor and I guess my smile helped.
Ok, so back to the apparent flood home.
I get home and see mom mopping downstairs, family room, kitchen, everything. Go upstairs and see my closet on top of my bed but can’t really comprehend what’s going on. I sit in bed and stand up covered in water. Ok can someone explain what the hell happened here?
brother: You know Jumanji? Well imagine the house is the jungle and your room is the waterfall. Water was coming down pouring from your A/C onto your bed, down to the floor, into my room, cascading down the stairs and then dividing at the landing to form a beautiful cascade.
me: … Oh well it could’ve been worse. You could’ve opened my room to find crawling worms multiplying and eating everything around.
brother: What am I going to tell my professors? I’m on finals and all my uni material was destroyed by the water.
me: Just tell them about your sister, her stories with floods, missed planes due to terrorist scares, worms… Then tell them you live with me. They’ll understand.
Glad to be back!