I flooded the laundry room at work on Friday. I didn’t realize one of the washing machines was shooting its rinse water into a clogged drain until water began lapping at my toes, five feet from the drain. I hurtled the vacuum I was cleaning and started swiping the drain with a brush to clear away the debris. Meanwhile, the dust cloth rinse water continued pouring forth in a murky stream. I pushed every button on the washing machine twice before successfully stopping the rinse cycle.
I called my boss as I mopped the laundry room pond into a bucket. She said she might come take a look after the presidential debate, or she might just come in on Saturday. I couldn’t help but calculate the approximate time this mishap would add to the hours I would be spending there on a Friday night. Luckily I miscalculated. I went home just minutes after that call.
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