So I cleaning the apartment today and went running afterwards. I go to turn on the hot water and nothing. Oh, there's water all right but no hot water. I check the hot water heater and just lovely. The pilot is out. I follow the steps to turn it back on and then realize I have no gas. NO GAS!
I call up Centerpoint and they tell me that there was construction done on the third, but no one was home to turn my gas back on. What the fuck. You perform work on my gas line, but don't warn me in advance and then complain that I was not home to let you turn my gas back on. That is fucked up. Of course no one was home because I didn't know you did any work. Did you leave any notice in my mailbox or on my door. Hell no.
So now your talking to me like it's my fault that I wasn't home and now I have to wait here until someone arrives. Would you happen to have some idea of when that person is arriving? Of course not. I just have to sit here funky and feeling like shit waiting for the wonderful gas man to arrive.
This, my friends, is why I don't own a gun. Postal would be my middle name and all the neighbors would say that I was a quiet neighbor that didn't seem like he would go on a rampage like that to the news crew.
I can't even take a cold shower, because heaven forbid he comes while I'm in the shower and then I'm really screwed.
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