Is that karma with a “K”?

Reading a blog entry a couple of weeks ago, I was chuckling to myself. Checking out the first pictures Hehehe…check out the water in that pad. Moving down the page…Man, sonofsam, what a pain to clean up. At the end of the post…Good Honk poor suckahhhhh. And I left it at that. Moving on. Next!

Last night, as I was curled up on the couch watching Sex and the City on TBS (I’m gay…ok?…leave it alone) the wind started howling. I don’t mean a typical howl – I mean – this humdinger was having the ride of a lifetime. Then the rain started. I swear to heck, I have never, EVER seen rain like this in my life. It was pelting down on the street like bombs raining down on London during the German attack.

Cool. Monsoon is here. I thought to myself. I hope the cable doesn’t go out – I’m really digging this episode. I know, right? I’m all about caring for Humanity. Never once did my thoughts go towards those who are stranded in their cars. The homeless trying to remain somewhat dry. The stray kittycats in the downtown alleys who are running for cover under blue, smelly trash bins. I’ll have to work on that in the future.

The thunder that accompanied this storm was what legendary storms are made of. It was freakin’ loud. It was freakin’ near. It was so close… it was Glenn Close! I can assure you this storm will be on everyone’s lips around the ol’ water cooler today.

But I digress.

SO I’m watching Sex, when all of a sudden, I spy two small water drops on the screen. Interesting. Hmmm. Bo and Elphie were just in here – maybe one of them sneezed and well..you know. They are classy that way. Not thinking much more about it, I continued on with Sex. The Storm of ’05 wailed on outside. Oh well – it’s just the Monsoon.

*buh doop*buh doop* Something just hit me on my head. HUH? Wha? Looking up at the ceiling I literally screamed. CRIPES! There, above me, was a 6 inch by 4 inch water leak! The rain was coming in the roof! INCREDIBLE. Placing a bucket underneath the drip, I peered outside. HOLY MOLEY. The entire backyard was flooded and the water was standing about 3/4 of an inch high. The dry “riverbed” in the backyard…now a running river.

A call to the insurance company was in order. Giving them all the information that they required and answering all their questions as honestly as I could:

“Sir, has anything valuable in the house been damaged beyond repair? asked the competent Customer Service Agent.

“Just my virginity….but I don’t suppose you cover that?” I asked.

“No, sir. The policy does not cover that. However, in the future, you may want to check with Lloyd’s of London regarding that issue.” she snarked back at me. Well. I like you. Let’s get martoonies next time you’re in town.

After about 45 minutes, the Storm let up for most the part. The drip subsided. And everything was calm.

The insurance adjuster is to be coming out today and inspecting the damage. To be honest, there isn’t much. It’s had to see where the drip was coming from since it’s all dried up now. Perhaps he’ll be hot – and well, you know. A love interest thing will develop. Sh’yeah. Right.

Lesson learned: Never scoff at the misfortunes of others – even if they are blogged about. You never know when it may happen to you.

PS: Thank God for Sex and The City DVDs – I totally missed BOTH episodes last night.

1 Comment so far

  1. chad (unregistered) on August 3rd, 2005 @ 3:23 pm

    heh… ;-)

    I’m glad everything is all right.



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