What a shit show!
When we first arrived at the apartment on Friday, we were enchanted. It was heavenly.
Until the romping and stomping started on the first floor. (We were in the basement. Apartment #2.)
The ceiling and walls were shaking. But with one call to the service number Kristin gave us, peace had been restored by the time we came home from dinner.
Sunday, we were not so fortunate. The lever came off of the toilet tank.
With no way to reattach it.
Once again, we called the service number. An hour later, they called and apologetically told us there were no maintenance service personnel available on Sunday night.
Imagine yourself mired in urine and feces up to your ankles. That's probably where you would stand were it not for my genius friend who figured out how to manually flush the toilet with each deposit.
Monday, we left feeling dirty and disgusted. Without a word from anyone.