I had to have some plumbers to my condo this morning to fix the guest bathroom tub. The inspection somehow missed that the water didn’t come out of it, so setting aside why I paid an inspector hundreds of dollars just to turn around and pay a plumber hundreds of dollars for something that should’ve been caught, one cool thing came out of it.
Well, okay, it is also cool to have a working shower. But they had to take apart the wall a bit to do install a new fixture. My dad hung out at the condo while the work was done (I was at my parents’ using their sweet, sweet hi-speed internet) and when I came home today there was a Mountain Dew can on the counter.
My first thought was that I didn’t know Mountain Dew was putting out vintage cans as some kind of throwback marketing. But I don’t drink Mountain Dew, how would I know?
But then my dad explained that it wasn’t just some trash leftover from the work this monring (good thing I didn’t immediately toss it), but some trash leftover from the late 1970s when some worker, presumably constructing this condo in the first place, put it in the wall. You know, casual.
I’d fault them, but I don’t know, maybe I’d do the same thing? I mean — if I was closing a wall up I would assume it wouldn’t get opened anytime soon . . . wouldn’t be held accountable . . . wouldn’t do any real harm . . . this person clearly got away with it since it took 40+ years to uncover it.
Life is a treasure hunt.
With Love,
Natalie