Now that the weather is threatening to snow, the heat in my apartment has vanished. Such an old apartment, there is no true source of heat, except for a fireplace. I have been using a portable heater, but it is good for just about a single room, and it never seems to reach over 63 degrees. I finally got the gas turned on so I could utilize my fire place.
Once the gas was on... I had to go switch the valve. That included me climbing other gas meters in my dry clean only and 5 inch heels, to reach the #1 connected to my appartment. Once I was up there, with me free arm, I could twist the insanely tight valve open. TAH DAH! I did it!
And then, my fire place wouldn't start. Luckily for me, I was able to catch the maintenance guys on their way out. They came over and sat with me for about 30 min trying to get the gas to reach the pilot.
While doing so, they told me stories of how people commit suicides in the complexes that they work in. In my particular building, only one man has died in the actual appartment. Though they were telling me of other tennants. One particular gentleman who killed him self with a shot gun. It actually took three shots to get the job done. One was shot down ward, and blew through the ground into his sister's apartment below. She came up and reasoned with him for about an hour or so. After she left, two more shots up wards, almost killing the people watching t.v. above him, finally got the job done. The man in the plaid pictured above had to go identify the body. He explained there was hardly anything to look at. Nothing but a shot gun barrel holding up the remains of the mans jaw. After the body was removed from the scene, no one cleaned up the blood until three days later! When the man in the plaid was asked to do it, he was called to an emergency. So the man in the grey jacket pictured above got the lovely task of "Pulling the remains of his skull out of the ceiling.'' !
There is a happy ending to this gruesome tale. After 30 minutes of fascinating stories of past tenants, the fire kicked on, the glass was replaced, and I was left to watch Gossip Girl in peace with my animalistic slippers:)
1 comments:
A fireplace????! Thats basically the coolest thing ever.
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