Why I Can’t Have Nice Things

There’s a leak in one of the pipes in my bathroom and it’s steadily dripping into the apartment downstairs. I had to take off work yesterday, and I have to stay home again tomorrow.

These pipes are over 100 years old. As are all the electrical runs. I’m amazed we’re still standing and not a burning pile of rubble. This doesn’t look too bad, but it smells like lumber that has been soaking for a century. I have to keep the window in the bathroom open at all times even though it’s freezing. They had to break open the ceiling of the apartment underneath me so I’m sure she’s overjoyed as well.

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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2 thoughts on “Why I Can’t Have Nice Things

  1. Feel your pain. My hot water heater gave up the ghost Friday, swamping my foyer (it sits in my front hall closet, under the stairs). Spent 1300 for a weekend visit from the plumber and a new water heater.

    Joys of home ownership.

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