Sploosh!

Bruce's water heater ruptured this morning, giving him an extra-hot shower today (which I don't quite understand) and a warm lake in his garage. Most of the damage was confined to accumulated recyclables, since he had already determined the lowest point in his garage previously, with help from a neighbor's ruptured water heater.

One thing that did get wet was a bag of charcoal, which proceeded to splatter little black dots onto his jeans. It's always extra annoying when you lose first-day jeans that way. I mean, he could wear them a few more days, and nobody would probably notice, but he'd know. Oh, now, don't give me that look like you never recycle jeans. That's what they're for, and besides, you know you do.

Anyway, it got me to thinking about building apartments, and the scale involved in buying materials, and what happens if you get a bad batch. I'm not saying that's what happened here, but his neighbor did lose a water heater not too long ago, and you know they probably came off the same truck at the same time. As my house gets older, I keep losing appliances, which is both good and bad, because I get to replace the cheap ones the builder installed with nice stuff that I want. But what happens if all the appliances in an apartment complex were to fail all at once? That would be expensive for the complex. Not only would you be without a stove or whatever for a few days, but your rent would probably go up too.

Anyway, hopefully Bruce's water heater problem will be solved soon. It'll be a long, cold weekend otherwise. Or a long stinky one.