I write from a remote location. I am a refugee from a cruel deprivations and fleeing the frigid world of no showers, toilets, and possibly no fire sprinkler system. Yes. It is a hard world.
Alright, so at 9:00 AM, one of the RA's knocks on my door, waking me up and letting me know that the pipes have burst. They had to turn off the water, meaning there will be no showers or toilets. They were not sure which pipe it was yet, but if it ran to the fire sprinkler system, we would have to follow protocol and evacuate the building.
Well, needless to say, as soon as I heard no bathrooms, I started making an exit plan, bundling up and making my way through a foot and a half of snow, huddled against the evil 18 degree below zero weather and the diabolical -25 wind chill factor. But I won. I survived the exposure and made it to the dining hall. So I sit in the lobby with my drinks and food and laugh at those who chose to stay behind. At least I have working toilets. :-)
De ce ni se albeste parul
4 weeks ago