Swinging on sinks
Last night, I was hanging out with a good friend eating dinner and watching a movie when the building night-watchman/fix-it man/light bulb replacer/man of many hats stopped by my apartment. I hadn’t reported any problems with my place, so I was a bit surprised to see him. However, as he made his way towards the bathroom I figured he was there to fix the sink. The sink over the past few months had slowly detached itself from the wall. This process was in no way alarming to me, as the build quality in modern Chinese buildings is notoriously poor. It’s all about building things fast and cheap. Consequently, things break, leak, and fall apart with alarming rapidity. Since a wobbly sink (it’s a pedestal sink, so it wasn’t about to collapse to the ground) did not pose too much of a nuisance to my daily life, I hadn’t reported it.
One of the workers brand name cialis in the building must have noticed the problem, though, so the fix-it man arrived to inspect the situation and assess what tools he would need from the local hardware shop. He spent about five minutes examining the sink, and then headed out to announce he would shortly return with supplies. He then entered into a long spiel to my friend, of which I understood next to nothing. After he left the apartment, she started laughing and shaking her head while exclaiming, “I don’t understand!”
“What is it? Is he not able to fix it?”
“No, he told me to tell you to stop swinging on the sink.” Accompanied with this directive, she made the hand motion of violently swaying the sink back and forth. We both burst out laughing at the mental picture of me doing that with my pedestal sink.
Well shucks, folks, there goes my nightly entertainment/exercise regime of sink swinging.
You make me laugh, even at this late hour, Katherine! I always knew you were a “closet swinger” 🙂 I just finished packing for Tampa – can’t wait to see Ethan tomorrow!!!!!