Is It a Southern Thing? Part II
As I wrote about two days ago, our toilet is still not working. We've figured out how to make it work manually by opening the tank and holding down a lever, which isn't a good solution but it's functional.
The reason it isn't fixed is the usual way things go around here. A couple of days ago, our landlord sent his "handyman" here. I put quotes around the word handyman because I've never in three years ever seen this guy fix anything. He was here for a couple of hours and couldn't figure out how to fix the problem, then he walked out the door without saying a word to me. I assumed he was getting something from his truck, but he left. I waited, but he didn't call or come back, so I called him. He told me that they were sending a plumber the next day (now yesterday), but he couldn't tell me what time the plumber would get here. The plumber never showed up. I'll have to call the "handyman" again today, and I always love dealing with him. There's nothing like having to deal with a 6'6" buck-toothed redneck with an IQ somewhere in the mid-60's again and again and again.
Like I said, nobody does what they're supposed to here. Jobs never get done, regardless of what promises are made. I can't wait to be finished with this "laid back" Southern attitude — not to mention the heat and threat of hurricanes. And the swarms of mosquitoes, too.
I continue to maintain that this place was never fit for human habitation. Considering the state of many of the humans here, I see no reason to discard that hypothesis.
