This month we had quite the aromatic struggle at the Moishe House. A smell had been churning since late March, and it got worse in April. A couple nights I stayed at work until I was ready to go to bed. Our Israeli landlords brought over the plummer. He said it wasn't the pipes. Then they brought the roto-rooter. He said he would have to tear up walls. Our landlords were skeptical. I went to the pipe shop across the street to get incense, and discovered it was the worst head shop ever. Every incense was awful, but we burned them anyway. Finally three weekends ago we dragged the landlords to the house and made them inhale the stench that plagued LA Moishe. We busted through walls and floors in the other apartment and then in ours. We finally discovered a puddle sitting underneath the main bathroom floor. The plummer said the landlords needed to get someone to clean and disinfect. Roto-rooter came. Sucked up our slime. Plummers came back and fixed the pipes.
We spent about a week with a big hole in the floor, covered by a couple planks. Lee fell through the floor once, the bumbling slob that he is. Meanwhile our Israeli neighbors, cousins of the landlord, moved out. Our landlords put a 'for sale' sign outside, so we're thinking it's a good idea to move on as well. Got the Westside Rentals account.
Let us know if you hear of anything, k?
-Nate Blogg
Current mood: exasperated.
Listening to: Futurama on the TV even though no one is watching it.
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