the tenants before us were dentists.
every month or so, a thick, glossy, full color catalogue lands in my mailbox, full of dentist chairs, dentist lamps, dentist tables and dentist art to put on the walls of your dentist waiting room.
(the catalogue makes for a great bird toy, my babies take at least a week to reduce it to shreds.)
i’ve received ads full of smiles full of teeth, addressed to doctor and doctor so and so. they just keep coming and i’m too exhausted to do anything about it.
thing is, it was just something funny, a cute anecdote. look at my new dentist catalogue! i’ll order the reclining chair on page 24, the one that costs 8000$, it would look cute in the living room.
and then earlier tonight (around 3AM, yes i was awake) a pipe of our dishwasher decided to disconnect. (yes we’d just started a load, our upstairs neighbor is deaf, no guilt whatsoever, when you’re depressed most of the time you clean when the energy comes and sometimes it’s on friday night 3am)
anyway. it’s earlier tonight, at 3h15 AM, that I found myself in front of the fuse box in the basement, water cascading around me, panicking, trying to find the kitchen switch to turn off everything electric
and.
the switches were labeled.
dentist lamp 1
dentist lamp 2
x-ray
waiting room
dentist lamp 3
..
oh. oh no.
anyway, dentists are monsters.
for those who worry: everything is okay now. the pipe has been fixed, the kitchen is dry, the electricity is back, the people are fed, the landlord is updated
