That moment when you open your front door and find not the warm comfort of your home but instead the rushing wave of water flooding beyond you as it swirls and eddies around your ankles is the last moment that you want to have. It’s my own fault, really it is, and the fact that I had not allowed the water to run while I was at work despite the freezing temperatures caused the pipes to burst. Clearly in the back of my mind I was hoping to get an indoor pool. Calling the plumber in Essex County NJ resulted in laughter. Lots and lots of laughter.
I’m thankful that at least someone can have a sense of humor about all of this because I was displeased you could say. Displeased might be a nicer word because I had promptly shut the door as the water came rushing forward, turned around to head back to my car and cursed. A lot. A lot of cursing. I think I may have even invented some new words. I like to consider myself a very colorful individual when it comes to cursing – sometimes you just have to make a word up to really express how you’re feeling, you know? I’d repeat them here but I fear that this blog would be censored due to endangering children thanks to such vile wording.
The plumbers were more than happy to help me. Of course they are; they get paid very good to do what they do and the work that was going to have to be done with my home was going to take a nice, long time. Very long! I ended up staying at a hotel for nearly a month while they replaced half the pipes through my house which meant lots of walls being torn apart and put back together. Oh well, at least I can show off my new pipes – oh, wait.