Let the wrong begin

So Scott came over tonight and we watched the 1920's Metropolis. It was pretty damned good and Scott was happy to finally watch the thing all the way through.

So he leaves and about 10 or so minutes later we hear a knock at the door. I'm like lol "What did he forget now". Jen gets to the door first and it isn't Scott. It is instead our downstairs neighbor who while he speaks english alright can barely understand it. Evidently there is water leaking into his apartment downstairs. ALOT of water. Yep pipe below the sink blew out. We called maintenance and they are on the way. The neighbor has come back and is really freaky, scary, and annoying all at once. We got rid of him for a second time. Didn't quite understand that yes we turned off the water and no there isn't anything else we can do in the mean time.

So I'm waiting for maintenance while Jen is probably heading to bed. I feel bad for our little maintenance dude because he was fairly nice on the phone and I think the neighbor downstairs is going to be a bit of a bitch about things.

Not our fault though. I think a gasket went on the sink. Have a pipe hanging down. Looks like a simple fix but so not touching it.

And all the confusion ruined my lovely cup of tea. I got so distracted I let the leaves sit in the bowl too long. *sighs* Probably undrinkable.

EDIT: Okay pipes fixed it took the guy all fo like five minutes. All he did was tighten it back on. Think i'll call down tomorrow and have them replace it because this will probably happen again and I don't like our downstairs neighbor much.