Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Yesterday morning I noticed a steady stream of water bubbling out of the cracks in the sidewalk in front of my apartment. Yesterday afternoon the water continued to flow, except someone had put an orange traffic cone down in the middle of the gurgling.
This morning a full crew was there tearing up the sidewalk. They were still there when I got home from work.
"There's no water," Young said, as I came into the apartment, using the back door since there was a giant hole right outside the front. "I don't know how long it's going to be out, but... it doesn't look like they'll be done anytime soon."
He was quiet for a while and then looked up at the ceiling and said in a voice filled with regret, "I pooped."
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