Like A Teapot

At that point it was a slow steady drip. But by the time I had tried to find maintenance's phone number to no avail and finally dressed up to go upstairs, the dripping had become serious, like a heavy pouring rain. I knocked on the door upstairs and nobody answered. I did not hear any showering noise but could detect a weak radio or tv sound. I came back downstairs to change my shoes to go to the next building to find the manager. I also took a photo of the dripping but forgot to bring the camera with me. The manager came with me and went up to pound on the door upstairs. I returned to my own place to find a complete quietness. The pouring rain had magically stopped and the swelling on the ceiling had contracted. I was later assured that the matter would be properly dealt with.

This morning I got up early to take my shower in case the maintenance people came in early. I took a look at the trouble spot and saw it was back to normal, as if nothing had ever happened. The ceiling was dry and flat as ever. After shower I decided to sort out some mess, which was mainly old mails containing bills and bank statements awaiting shedding. In the middle of it I found a clean white envelop with no printing on. Just before I threw it into the trash bin like I did with all the other envelops, I decided to keep it for future use. For some reason I also took a quick look at the inside and, lo and behold, found a nice and flat $50 banknote. I recalled that I had suddenly felt kind of strapped some weeks ago in the height of summer. I had pondered upon it and thought that I must have overspent though I could not actually believe it. I also in the next minute found my missing address book!