I took a sleeping pill last night and, to my thrill, it
worked! Problem is, it’s still working. I almost fell asleep driving – and I did at a traffic light.
Back home, I opened my eyes
enough to see a little pink paper on the counter. It looked like a pink slip from my college
days. (Not that I did anything wrong in
college.) Was I still asleep? Had I broken something sleepwalking? If so, what was I capable of doing while
sleepdriving?
Wide awake now, I read
it. Whew! I’m not getting kicked out of the
apartment. It was a work ticket. But I hadn’t called maintenance. I didn’t have anything wrong that needed
fixing. (No comments, please.)
According to the pink slip, they
had fixed the dishwasher wheels. I pondered
that. Where in the world were those
wheels, and why did they need fixing?
You can’t roll the thing out.
Then I remembered that the lower rack was so bad that I had to lift it
over the big dip before sliding it out. There’s
no way that could be fixed, is there? I
tried it and, sure enough, the rack slid out smoothly. This was truly a dream
come true!
I’ll bet this was the first
time the apartment managers ever got a thank you call for sending maintenance
to the wrong apartment.