It happened In late August. I call it "Day of the Pariah Dog"
I was playing on my computer and I suddently got hungry. "Hmmm, it's cookie time." I went to the kitchen to get some cookies. When I oppened the cabinet, *BAM CRASH!!* A small, glass jar full of Nescafé almost hit my foot! There it was, all smashed in the ground, glass all around. It wasn't my fault, though, but my grandmother's, so I started to clean the glass and the coffee and put it away before the dog decided to swallow some of it. Some minutes later, the kitchen was clean. I returned to my comp after eating some cookies.
Then my aunt came and told me to wash the dishes so my grandmother would't had to wash them in the morning. "Damn, stop annoying me! Why I can't play my games in peace?", I thought. What I didn't knew is that it was going to be a long night
Ok, some minutes later, Slaughter here was washing the goddamned dishes. As I was halfway done, I almost tripped a little and tried to hold somethnig. The water tap was the first thing I saw and grabbed. It was on and strong. Some little force to hold myself and then - *TCHOOOOM!*
THE TAP SNAPED AND A BURST OF WATER HIT ME, THE DISHES, EVERYTHING!!
I screamed in panic for anyone to come here and help me. And so it began. Water was coming out in a never-ending jet that hit a fridge and the whole kitchen!
We tried to seach for the water valve, but guess what? The kitchen didn't had a FUCKING WATER VALVE!!
Me and my father tried to hold the water with some plastic thingie and our strenght, but as strong as we were, the water was simply non-stopping!
With no choice, I decided to go down though the stairs and ask the watcher-cleaner to switch our water off. Now imagine this:
You work in a condo as a watcher, cleaner, I don't know the proper word in english, whatever. So, while in the small guard post, some tenant comes screaming, shouting "OHMYGOD, CLOSE OFF OUR WATER, FAST, QUICKLY, NOW!!!!!11" and running in panic. He is dressed with shorts and nothing else. Oh, did I mention that he's TOTALLY WET, head to foot, as if he just jumped in a pool?
That tenant is... ME!
The guy says something, blábláblá, does not go to the top to stop the water flow. Impatient and in a hurry, I just go back to the apartment to tell someone else to get there and make that bum close off our goddamned water. My aunt goes there. Meanwhile, me and my father try to hold the water, until I tell him that it's no use, it HAS to flow, one way or other. We can't stop it. So he decides to buy another tap and goes to take a bath first. Some time later, my aunt returns and tells me the water has been closed. And then the water flow begins to weaken, weaken, until it is no more.
Some time later, my father returns with a brand-new tap. We put it where our old, broken tap was, then we send the order to switch the water back. And it returns. Great, anything is fixed and happy and I go back to playing some games, right?
Wrong. After "The Flood", we decide to asses the situation. The entire kitchen, the service area and my cousin's room was flooded with 1 feet or 2 of water, some of it even absorved the dirtyness of the ground. Guess who cleaned it all?
It was a long, horrible night of getting myself rid of all that water... I didn't even go to college the next day, I had pains in my back and legs for two days... Sure, my aunt helped me sometimes, but I did most of it.
Since then, I handled that tap like as if it was a flower.
.....my advice to you, stay on pot, i mean it
