Raindrops keep falling on my head

Every month when I mail in my rent check I include a little note to my landlord. Sometimes I thank him for doing something for me, sometimes I wish him a happy holiday, and sometimes I write about issues with my apartment.

This month I wrote about a mold problem in the hallway that leads up to my apartment. I live on the second floor, so I enter at the main door on the ground floor into a little hallway and go up a flight of stairs to my place. Just above the main door (directly below my bedroom and bathroom) I noticed that the ceiling tile had water marks on it and that mold was actually starting to grow on it. It's one of those "drop ceilings", so I requested that my landlord replace the tile. Not because I noticed the leak, but because I am a clean freak and I didn't like the mold.

So, Landlord Bob shows up this Saturday with a new ceiling tile in hand. He rips down the old one and notices it is wet, but there is no active leak that he can see. He is about to replace the tile when ...

Ry flushes the toilet.

And water pours down.

Good news: Bob was then able to locate the source of the leak! And I no longer have to worry about mold growing under my bathroom.

Bad news: My landlord will probably never talk to Ry again after being soaked with the dirty potty water.

And the funniest news: I may have told this story to Ry's advisor during my class this morning. Which means his lab mates keep asking Ry about his "shitty weekend".