Mysterious Holes

I come home just now and walk in the door. My apartment smells slightly like paint. “That’s odd,” I think.

I put my mail down on the table. I get a glass of water. I go downstairs and bring my bike upstairs so I can ride for an hour on my trainer. I go into the bedroom to get my cycling shorts. I go into the bathroom to get a hair rubberband, and suddenly I notice:

There is a GIANT HOLE in my bathroom wall, backing up to the shower plumbing, and covered by a trash bag.

I ponder this for a moment. What the heck is going on? Why is this trashbag secured by screws? Why are pieces of my wall now sitting on my floor? Does my shower still work?

Finally I notice the piece of paper on my sink, stating in nearly illegible handwriting that something related to the tub was leaking into the apartment below me, and that the maintenance guy will be back tomorrow to repair the sheet rock.

You know, I really like this apartment complex. It’s nice, it’s safe, I like the location, etc. And I understand that you can’t control when things need to be repaired. But you’d think they would have the foresight to call me and at least let me know that they’re cutting into my walls! I hope the shower still works because I’m going to need it in about an hour…