Okay, that title sounds a lot better than the reality of what happened. I was at work. In case I haven't mentioned it, I now work at a coffee shop. I can always go back and visit my favorite coffee shop cashier and go over the finer points of frappuccino. But I digress... I was at work when I got a call that my neighbor's water heater exploded and my apartment was probably being flooded with water. Maintenance tried to get in, and my loyal, but misguided dog wasn't letting them. I'm guessing she chose drowning over being pet by a stranger.
I got home, and they fixed the carpet, so all is fine. Wasn't that exciting? I've been lying low the last few days. I think the people in the apartment building are onto me, so I have to keep a low profile, or make a damn suit already. I'm too nervous to stop any real crimes while I'm not wearing colorful, skintight spandex.
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