Then Cometh the Flood

The other day, Ben and I were watching a movie together on his iPad in our living room when my brother-in-law, who lives in our basement apartment, came dashing up the stairs and darted into our family bathroom. A few seconds later he came back out and informed us that our bathroom was flooding. Horrors! Apparently the handle had gotten stuck, so the valve wasn't closing off. The water overflowed from the tank onto the floor, and then, because there's a heater vent near the toilet, it started flowing into his bathroom downstairs. An hour and several towels later, we finally mopped up the last of the spill. By then, all soggy and exhausted, we'd lost interest in our movie and went to bed instead. Good times!