It’s been interesting here at our new house. As you might remember, when we moved in the first day, we were welcomed by a host of plumbing problems. I guess I should have questioned why both the electric and the gas were still on, but the water was not. It simply raised no red flags. The minute the water was turned on though, water went everywhere in the garage from a broken pipe. I immediately called the landlord, and for three complete days, I got no response.
I’ve mentioned before, this isn’t my first rodeo. I’m getting pretty proficient handling certain kinds of landlords. I set about gathering my proof, calling plumbers, adjusting budgets, and all the other things one must do when renting from questionable homeowners. And then I struck gold. I contacted a plumbing company that was the one my landlords used regularly for all 11 of their rent houses. They were more than happy to come fix my problem, and bill the landlord.
The next morning, Mike the Plumber fixed the burst pipe, and tried to fix a leak in our water heater. He assured me the water heater isn’t going to be with us much longer, but it was bravely trying not to completely die. The warning didn’t faze me. I was ecstatic to have water going to the bathroom now. We’d been travelling to the local corner store for all of our bathroom needs except bathing. It sucked, especially since none our bladders run on the same schedules, and mine is the size of a hummingbird’s.
My joy was short-lived… We could only get water into our kitchen. The sludge that oozed from the bathtub was frightening, and the toilet flushed once….directly into our bathtub. As it would turn out, the pipes under the house had burst too, and needed to be replaced. The magnitude of the project kept our awesome plumber from agreeing to fix them without the landlord’s approval. That’s fair, but I was pretty sure we’d be hanging in the wind for at least a few more days while she figured something out that wouldn’t cost so much. I just wasn’t going to keep going like this, and I told the roommates and my kids that we were going to be moving, and not to settle in.
At this point, the house was not habitable, and I talked to the landlord about getting a full refund or giving us a suitable home to live in until all of this was cleared up. I had my receipts, my Move-In checklist, and notes, outlining my many fruitless attempts to contact her, and the amount of money she needed to now return to me.
I’m not an easy person to charm, and we quickly cut through the nonsense. She promised to send someone to fix the pipes the next day, calling them her Team of Experts, and I agreed to give her yet another day to fix this problem.
Her Team of Experts turned out to be two odd guys. They ripped up floors and walls, leaving a swathe of destruction in their wake.
But at last, my bathroom was once again functional. ……………..Oh the Joy!!!
….For about a day and a half.
Remember how I said the toilet was backing up into the bathtub? Well, it started doing that again. At one point, I just wanted to scream with frustration. ALL of these problems had to have been evident before I came along, which means I was rented a house that wasn’t ready to be lived in safely by people who didn’t bother to disclose any of this to me before I handed them the money. Who does that??? Did they think I wouldn’t notice?
My landlord, her shoulders slumped in defeat at my refusal to see this all as a bunch of random coincidences, finally agreed to call a real plumber, and yesterday morning, roots were removed from the pipes affecting the tub and toilet, and the entire system was snaked. Gallons of bleach, a little therapy, and some alcoholic beverages were all it took to lure the first person into the tainted tub. We’ve had smooth sailing ever since….
Except, one or both of those weirdos my landlord sent over to replace my pipes stole all of my daughter’s underwear.
I.Kid.You.Not. Every last one of them!
I have no idea what to do with that information, but I just feel like someone should know. It’s just so bizarre and disturbing.
What kind of person does this? I’m at a loss to understand what is so attractive about stealing a girl’s clean underwear.
Do you think he wears them? Or something even more disgusting, sniffs them or hides them in a collection the police will find someday when he finally loses his marbles altogether? Do you think he is on the road to locking up a teenager in his mother’s basement? Could stealing panties be the first step down the long, evil road to kidnapping and imprisonment?
I’m creep-ed out, and they weren’t even my panties. Can you imagine what Rebekkah must be thinking? It must be pretty bad, because she won’t talk about it. We’re pretending this isn’t as freaky as we know it really is.
8 responses to “Pipes, Panties, and Plumbers”
Landlords!! I never got my deposit back from my previous. And court action, uncontested, has produced nothing since he already has loads of debts against him (even though he got £100,000 for the sale of our house, which was why we had to move). I’ve had bad and good landlords. The current is good but is out of the country sometimes so just hard to get on occasions. But when they’re bad, they’re ‘frigging give me a gun and I’ll show him what his tenants are driven to’ bad! Thankfully I’ve never had a house THAT bad! Heaven help you; I sense the house might throw up further problems in time.
But the panties!? I’d tell the police. No idea if your cops work the same way but I had to report a guy who photographed my son in a public toilet as he was peeing! Yes! He was about 8 years old and he told me when he came out. We went to the mall security and he picked him out from the balcony (he was a known shoplifter to the security men). Had he told me as the pervert left, I would’ve been up for assault! The police assured me that such an act would go on his record even though he had no previous sexual offences and any further strange behaviour might flag a potential abuser and courts can see such things in future if they have to act. You never know! After just watching a documentary about Ian Brady and Myra Hindley, I’m creeped out too!
He might keep them or sell them online in some perverts chat room. I am a big fan of Law and Order SVU and this sounds like a plot for them.
I don’t believe what you’ve been through…and it is indeed creepy… but think of all the ‘hits’ you’re going to get with a title like you have ha!… glad you’re all okay.. Hope it’s all good now.. Diane
OMG—-Does the word slum lord mean anything. When I moved out of Long Beach I got my deposit back minus $100.00 for cleaning (afther he told me not to worry about it). He was going to remodel the place so cleaning not an issue. And minus $125.00 for fleas. Fleas? There were no friggin fleas. Yes my dog had fleas over the summer but got that under control with medication. What the apt did have was a really bad roach infestation for the 7 years that I lived there. The roaches were there when I moved it. But hey you can’t charge me for the roaches–but you can charge for imaginary fleas. Especially when the carpets needed replacing. Actually they should have been replaced before I moved in and the roaches should also have been gotten rid of. So glad I am living in a nice house finally.
Been there, sister! Anymore, I’m surprised when a landlord DOES take care of their properties!
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