Arnie the Red-Pantied Handyman first came into my life when my bathroom ceiling leaked last spring.
At the time, we found my upstairs neighbor’s toilet was leaking. Thankfully just water and not…other shit. Then my landlady goes on strike…uh, I mean, vacation to Europe. And doesn’t tell us when she’ll be back. And doesn’t tell us who to contact if the building blows up.
So…when my bathroom ceiling started leaking again a few weeks ago, it meant my upstairs neighbor had to stop using her second bathroom (the one above mine). We think it’s her bathtub this time, but I’m anticipating a giganticus hole in the roof when I get home again tonight.
Is it too much to hope that Arnie has lost his fixation with red panties and moved on to a less horrifying shade? Like purple tie-dye polka dots?
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I hope it is something easily fixed and there isn’t a giganticus hole in you ceiling tonight.
BTW, I am not sure that purple tie-dye would be any less horrifying, but at least he had underwear on.
I hate dealing with handyman. Last year, my oven did not work right for 3 weeks, our dryer caught fire, and I could not get the management to even call us back. For our inconvience we got a $10 gas card.
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Wow, generous of them. Ten whole dollars.
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And here I was hoping for a thrill….red panties sounds…ewwww!
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They’re very…special.
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Hmm, well? Didja get a peek at the red panties? Are you blind now?
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I did not allow myself to look and see the plumbers butt or panties. The ceiling is fixed for now though. Bye, Arnie!