life at the timeshare

this morning the knocking started at about 9:30 this morning. i tried to ignore it. i didn't feel like getting dressed. i didn't feel like dealing with what it probably was. then i heard the keys. i jumped up, got dressed and answered.

before i started staying at the condo in williamsburg patty warned me "don't let them in to do anything. they'll make it worse."

a couple of months ago i had my first encounter with them wanting to come in and i had been able to avoid the situation until this morning. they rushed in and before i could finish saying "don't you think if the water is falling out down there, that's prolly where the problem---" they were taking a hammer to the wall. it really happened that fast.

i didn't know what to do. i decided to send an email to patty. i hate being the messenger.

i wrote "they're here. the leak. i tried to avoid. i tried to stop. no avail."

i'm afraid to leave because they don't shut the door. there are pieces of wall scattered all over the kitchen. the last i heard they were looking for a sawzall, which can't lead to anything good at this point.

patty called and we had a small, yet meaningful panic session.
she called them to inquire.
i think they are delusional. they are under the sink. they don't know what they're doing. they are going to leave a hole in the wall. the cat wants to jump into it.
i just want to run away. there's no water. i don't smell great. i've gotta pee. i guess it's time to shut dorcas into the front room and push the dresser in front of the door.

they're gonna leave that hole in the wall.
they're gonna leave that hole in the wall.