Allow me to whine and to release the residual anger and disgust.
I went to sleep last Sunday exhausted after a long night search for Mas Selamat Kastari . (Ha! I wish!) Exhausted that's all. But I was awaken by a sickening smell from my toilet.
Slowly I pushed the door opened. The smell got even stronger & as I switched on the light, I saw what got to be the most disgusting sight I ever saw live so far. The toilet which was flooded with urines, vomits & shits. Oh, fuck!
My first fear was that the flood would continue to rise. I was anxious to prevent this blackwater (Yes, that's what they call it. Seriously!) from reaching my bedroom floor.
At first glance, the water level had stay constant. At second glance, I vomitted. At third glance, I decided to google for 24-hour plumbers & waited for the rescue. It never came. "I am on the way. Another 30 minutes" that's what I kept hearing every time I asked where the fuck the plumber was currently.
It's about 2 o'clock in the morning & I decided to give up. (Maybe 24-hour plumbers mean that they would attend to you after 24 hours.) Couldn't sleep because of the stink, I steeled my self to scoop out the damn water from the toilet.
Applying tiger balm on my nose, I finished the ordeal by 4.30 in the morning. The toilet floor was at least dried & I fell asleep before dragging myself to work.
I was a sleepy man working & I realized it's just a matter of time before my boss screamed at me for not being myself. (That's the trouble of always giving 100% of yourself at work. It will be very noticeable when your productivity plunges). I requested an urgent leave.
Fell asleep in the taxi & found out that I left my keys in the company. My Monday blue was getting bluer. I went back to the office & got my key. Too damn tired to even properly berate myself.
The taxi delivered me safely. And I was greeted by a smelly room & a wet floor. My bedroom was flooded! I felt like crying & taking my shotgun to massacre my upper neighbors. The thought amused me & I calmed down.
Emotionless, I cried for help. The plumber (different one, mind you) came, he saw & he smiled at the simplicity of the problem.
The pipe was choked at the elbow. Some idiots flushed a plastic bottle which later got stuck at that section. As I stayed in the lower floor, the pressure of the water pushed into my toilet drains & thus, the fucking dirty blackwater entered uninvited.
The toilet problem was solved. The quest of cleaning my bedroom & toilet awaited me. Eventually done, it managed to sap my fury. My upper neighbors didn't know how lucky they were.
PS. The title of the post is inspired by "Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!" from the movie, The Wizard of Oz (1939).