One morning, after a Lake Resident dinner in the Lodge, when everyone had a concert or rehearsal or some kind of evening commitment to get to, I offered to clean everything up later, so we could all visit a bit longer. Next morning, I realized I'd never gotten back to the Lodge (it got late and I was tired...) and I wanted to get in and clean up the kitchen before Rich (the maintenance man) got in. It wasn't his mess, and I didn't want him to have to clean it up. As I was walking across the yard, I saw Rich's truck pull into the Pole Barn.
"Good," I thought. "I'll get some cleaning done before he gets in," and went into the kitchen and turned on the hot water to start dishes. As it got hot, I reached for the cold. The faucet came off in my hand, and water GUSHED straight up, knocking ceiling tiles out of the ceiling (which fell in the sink...) thinking quickly, I jammed the faucet back onto the fixture, succeeding only in spraying water horizontally at great pressure instead of up. I was soaked. Water was everywhere. And I couldn't remember where the shut-off for the kitchen was.
But I DID know where the shutoff for the whole building was. I ran outside and downstairs, burst through the hallway to the apartment, telling to Holly that I was turning the water off RIGHT NOW.
Back upstairs, I got a mop and was standing dripping in the soggy kitchen, out of breath when Rich came in. "Oh," he said, "I see you found the faucet."
He had already been in the kitchen, and had seen that the faucet needed
work, and had gone for his plumbing tools in the pole barn...