I had a small leak coming from the ceiling in my kitchen. Nothing major, just an occasional drip (well okay, it did cause some softening and cracking of a small area of plaster, but nothing that couldn't be easily fixed). Like any sensible tenant, I called my landlord:
"Call the handyman to look at it", he said.
"I did, but he says he probably can't come out this week", I replied.
"Well, see if he does. If not, I'll get a plumber", I'm told.
A week went by and no-one came, so I rang my landlord. He again told me to give it a week to see if the handyman would come (I should mention at this point that our handyman is excellent and usually very prompt, but he works shifts and was having a hectic couple of weeks).
Two days later, my landlord calls me at work to say a plumber is coming Friday. On Friday I again get a phone call at work:
"We can't reproduce the leak", my landlord announces. "We are running all the taps upstairs (I have a basement apartment) and we can't reproduce the leak... Oh wait, hang on, it's leaking... I'll call you right back!"
Two hours later I get another call:
"Was the leak directly above the bucket you had on the floor of the kitchen?" he enquires.
"Yes... Why?" (No, I keep the bucket there for nostalgia!)
"We can't reproduce that leak, but we found another major leak from your ceiling in the center of the kitchen. We know the source of this leak, so we're going to fix it!"
"Okay..." (Well, I'm glad they found that leak...)
"Do you own a fan?" my landlord innocently asks.
"Why?" (This doesn't sound good...)
"Well, we caused some water damage to the carpet in the course of finding the leak. We've cleaned it up as best we can, but you really need to make sure it gets properly dry." he announces.
An hour later, another delightful call:
"We had an idea about the other leak. We've run lots of water and hopefully when you get home you'll be able to see whether it's a slow, delayed leak. Let us know!!"
I must admit. After all this I was expecting to require the help of Noah, Captain Jack Sparrow, and Jacque Cousteau to navigate my apartment when I got home. What did I find? A large damp, but quickly drying spot on the carpet and a slightly damp ceiling above (both of which have now dried).
Oh, and I still have a small leak from my kitchen ceiling...