September 13, 2008

  • My pilot light is out in my apartment. I am inclined to believe this is thanks to my roommate’s shoving an oversized fan and vacuum into our utility closet (what a lovely storage place, no?) and upsetting the natural forces of our water heater.

    You always call your dad first in situations like this. “You could do it,” he said when I asked how one goes about lighting the dead light.
    “I think I’d burn the apartment down,” I replied.
    “It’s certainly a possibility, but cold showers are no fun and it may be worth burning the place down.”

    I called our maintenance guy at about 4 and he said he’d be in this afternoon – “who’s gonna be there?” he asked. “I will,” I replied, willing to stay vigilant for the sake of hot water.

    He has yet to come. Now it is 10:51, I have Googled “how to light a pilot light” several times and bought the wrong kind of matches – apparently I need the extra long ones to do it myself – while sitting in our utility closet with my laptop as Lappy and I try to figure out how I can take normal showers again.

    YIKES.

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