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Silence is Golden

So my plumbing has been making serious noise for like months now.  Since none of my fixtures were leaking, I figured it was just noisy.  But being the light sleeper that I am, it was even waking me up at night.  I mentioned it to my friend Max, who had a similar situation and said it might be a leak in my neighbor's apartment.  So I finally broke down and called my landlord, Ron.  He was in the neighborhood and came right over.

I took him into the bathroom and he couldn't hear a thing.  I opened the utility closet where the hot water heater is located, and he still couldn't hear a thing.  I opened the bedroom closet where it is actually loudest, and still nothing.  I even described the sound to him.  Seriously - was I crazy or something?  He gave me the patronizing sympathetic look that us females are used to getting from men, and said "I don't hear very well."  But finally he agreed to go and check with my neighbor and see if he heard anything.

A few minutes later he comes back to say that, oh yes, the neighbor's tub faucet has a serious leak.  Vindication!  Apparently Chris (the neighbor) told him that "Oh yeah, it's really been dripping for a long time now".  Which just goes to show you how different guys and girls can be, because a girl would call on that pretty quickly.  Anyhoo - Ron agreed that it would need to be taken care of and that he'd be back to fix it.  He finally returned this evening.  There was a few minutes of inconvenience while he turned off the water and fixed Chris's tub.  But when he was finally finished, there was nothing but beautiful silence (that, and the sounds of the Major League Baseball Network).  I think I'm going to sleep really well tonight.

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