Broken Toilet Valve

(Note: this story was originally published in August, 2016 for a “Disaster” prompt.)

The call came very early that August morning in 2007. We were both still in bed on the island of Martha’s Vineyard. I heard the voice of my Brazilian cleaning lady from my house in Newton. She was very upset, talking quickly, “The toilet in Jeffrey’s bathroom broke. There’s water everywhere. I’m trying to mop it up, but there is a lot of damage. Come as soon as you can.” Jeffrey and I had been home 12 days earlier. Had water been running for 12 days?

Dan threw on some clothes, packed a bag and ran for the ferry. It isn’t easy to get off the Vineyard in the height of summer, but he got home that day. I called our plumber, who got right over to the house and turned off the water at the main and found the source of the problem: a broken valve on Jeffrey’s toilet. It had ruptured and water spurted out…for how many days we didn’t know. He also called an experienced clean-up crew. They pulled up carpet, pulled out walls, took everything down to the studs to ensure mold didn’t grow. We’ve used them ever since…too often. We’ve had wet basement problems, but that’s another story. We have great insurance coverage also, as it turns out and the adjuster met Dan at the house the next day. Water causes incredible damage.

The Newton house is a one story contemporary with a finished lower level. Jeffrey’s bathroom is just above the stairs leading to the lower level and out into the public space in the house as well as his bedroom. The water ruined the floors of his room, the floors of the main space (all the hardwood in continuous), seeped downstairs, the baseboards, the walls. It looked like it had rained in the lower level which was finished to the same high quality as the upper level, with detailed trim on the ceiling, carpeted floors, original artwork on the walls. The doors into the furnace room had to be axed to be opened, as they were so swollen from water. All the carpet was ruined, into the furnished basement and beyond. My husband took the drawers from Jeffrey’s bureaus and put them up in his brother’s room. He would leave for college in a few weeks and we would have to pack him while his things were in tumult. The particle board furniture from his childhood was ruined.

We have done enough renovation through the years that we knew what contractor to call to supervise this mess. We have an expensive home and have always used top-drawer insurance companies. The adjuster was a dream to work with. He took one look at everything, met with the contractor and just said, “Give me the receipts for the work as you go along”. What a relief! We got our money’s worth. We had a high deductible, but found that for a large claim, the deductible is waived! We bought new furniture for Jeffrey’s room, nicer than he had before. The adjuster asked for the receipt. We explained that it was better than the old particle board furniture that was replaced. No matter. He paid for the new furniture. All told, it was a $100,000 claim. All was completed as quickly as could be done and to our satisfaction. No haggling, a nightmare made easier by a great experience with a professional insurance company. All those high premiums really paid off.

 

So Much in Common

I had met someone who seemed like the love of my life a couple of years earlier, and it hadn’t worked out (although it would when the time was right). On the rebound from him, I started dating the handsomest guy in the entire Attorney General’s Office, who had already slept with every other attractive single woman who worked there. He was smart, he was smooth, and he was definitely a playuh! And did I mention that he was handsome? He looked as if he had just stepped out of the pages of Esquire Magazine. My friend Janet knew he was no good for me, and tried to get me to break up with him, to no avail. She realized that her only recourse was to introduce me to somebody else who was more appealing.

She called me up one day and said that she was having drinks after work with this guy named Barry. “You two have so much in common,” she said. “You’re both lawyers, you’re both tall, and you both sing. Why don’t you just happen to come by the bar where I am meeting him, and I’ll invite you to join us.” So I did. He had just come back from a Grand Canyon rafting trip, and was showing her the pictures. In some of them nobody had clothes on, so I got to check out his bod. I was intrigued. It turned out we both had sportscar convertibles, his was a Sunbeam Tiger, mine was an Alfa Romeo Spider. Also, he played the guitar. I thought this guy was interesting.

He apparently thought I was interesting too, but he was so gullible that he really believed I had just shown up at the bar by chance. Since he didn’t know it was a setup, it never occurred to him to call me. Janet urged me to call him up and invite him to lunch. I was hesitant. Finally I did, and we made plans for the following week. Between the day of the phone call and the day of the lunch, I had the first meeting of the year for a choral group I had just auditioned for and joined, the Sacramento Symphony Chorus. Much to my astonishment, when I got to the Lutheran Church where the rehearsal was held, there was Barry among the tenors. At the break I went over and talked to him, and we laughed about the amazing coincidence.

One thing led to another, and we eventually got married (Nice Day for a White Wedding). Whenever people asked us where we met, I said we met in a bar and he said we met in church.

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