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spirithorse21At this very moment, I am afraid that a burly man in overalls will at any second land in my lamp, surrounded by ceiling tiles, drywall dust, and roofing bits. No seriously.
A ceiling tile fell down in our suite over the weekend and the service man came to repair it and also promised to find the leak that caused the ceiling tile to fall in the first place. He retreated to the roof and then...STOMPING AND JUMPING AND POUNDING AND SHAKING! Bits of debris were actually falling from the ceiling, things were rattling above me, the whole suite was shaking as if there was an earthquake. What sort of roof repair is this??
Ok, it's stopped now. And there is not a burly man in overalls in my lap. *whew* I feel better. That was mildly terrifying. And I can't imagine it accomplished anything toward fixing the leak or the ceiling tile.
A ceiling tile fell down in our suite over the weekend and the service man came to repair it and also promised to find the leak that caused the ceiling tile to fall in the first place. He retreated to the roof and then...STOMPING AND JUMPING AND POUNDING AND SHAKING! Bits of debris were actually falling from the ceiling, things were rattling above me, the whole suite was shaking as if there was an earthquake. What sort of roof repair is this??
Ok, it's stopped now. And there is not a burly man in overalls in my lap. *whew* I feel better. That was mildly terrifying. And I can't imagine it accomplished anything toward fixing the leak or the ceiling tile.
