Damn.
My entire apartment slowly flooded with stormwater after the hailstorm.
One minute I'm watching the freak storm pound my windows with massive hailstones. Then, I'm wondering if I should buy guppies to fill the mini swimming pool that's gathering on my balcony. Then I'm wondering if I should really be worried about that pool. Oh, ok it looks like it's draining away fine.
SQUELCH.
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. I step into SOGGY carpet, minutes later.
I spend the rest of my afternoon and evening mopping up smelly water, on my hands and knees. Thank God for OCF boys who come running at a moment's notice whenever help is needed; They helped drain our soaked carpet and move our waterlogged boxes out of the way.
And, haha, as if a flood wasn't enough, one of the wooden planks in our storeroom caught fire because we left a lamp on to see if it was flooded in there. Of course, I went into self-preservation mode and ran for the fire blanket first. "OHMYGODOHMYGOD IT'S ON FIRE DO WE NEED THE FIRE BLANKET, THE FIRE BLANKET!!!!!!!", as I not-so-discretely (yet, unconsciously) stood the furthest from the flame, making sure the blanket was between me and the flame.
Heh. No but really, I think I'd be quite heroic in a real crisis. I'd be like Jack Shephard from Lost. Looking all suave and cool and mean and serious and heroic at the same time. Yeah.
Alright, hopefully we can get flood damage repair guys in tomorrow to... deodorise the moist carpet. Moist - such an ugly word; especially next to the word 'carpet'.
Goodnight.
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