So why am I in a motel in the town I live in? Natural disaster, act of God, the dangers of old buildings? All of the above. In a cruel twist of fate, my bedroom ceiling leaks when the upstairs neighbor uses her kitchen sink. If I was in a romantic comedy, this would be how I met my soulmate. I'd go upstairs to ask if she was setting up a swimming pool in the kitchen, and you can imagine there would be a lot of slow motion shots of her tossing her hair, and probably some uncomfortable stammering on my part. Actually, that's kind of what happened, minus anything clever coming out of my mouth. But honestly, Ryan Reynolds I am not. (Tweet @rossconation to tell me who you think I am.)
So the downside of this whole ordeal is I'm staying in a motel for a few days while they rip apart my bedroom to look for the pipe that's leaking, and then a few more days while they put my bedroom back together. In fairness to my very sweet landlord, the real downside is that it will probably cost a pretty penny. But, as we all know, landlords are flush with cash.
So what, you're asking, is the upside? Well, permit me a wry smile as I tell you. The upside to situation is this: you cannot imagine the relief I felt when I realized that the ceiling was leaking onto my bed... and that I had not, as I first thought, wet it.
rossnation... revlieved. and out.
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