Bambi

The day started off with me rolling over the side of my bed, and falling on the floor with a loud thud. I wasn't quite sure why I was laying in a puddle of liquid immediate thought did I just pee on myself??? Oh gosh I'm 23 years old I can not being having an accident. Then I zoomed in on a big wet spot on the ceiling. I live in apartment 77 on the 13th floor. There's a guy named Richard Nap who loves in 87 directly above me. The poor guy has been complaining to our building manager for the past 3 months about his shower leaking. He said pieces of it is starting to break off. You're wondering why I know this, right? Well the other day I coming out my apartment and Richard was limping down the hall to the elavator because it doesn't go to the 14th floor. I stopped him and asked "why are you limping are you okay" he wasn't too thrilled he said "that damn shower cut my foot open. I'm going down to the managers office to give him a piece of my mind. Dirty bastard" that was 4 days ago I guess him giving the manager a piece of his mind didn't get him anywhere because now I'm laying on my beautiful plush carpet that's soaked in water. Now I'm mad! This is ridiculous. I struggled to get off the floor, but I eventually pulled my self up, snatched my robe off the ottoman, slipped on my fuzzy bunnies, and stormed to the elevator. Today our "friendly" building manager was going to fix that stupid ass shower or I was going to give him more then a piece of my mind. My carpet cost $7,000 it does not deserve to be destroyed by a leaking shower. I pay a little too much rent to be treated like this. Call me what you want a brat, a bitch, a pest it doesn't matter this is unacceptable.