Leaky Roof Leads To Falafels
On Friday, October 1st, I woke up and went to get NHL breakfast. I was off of work for the Jewish holiday of Simchat Torah. This is a fun holiday where you get to dance around in temple. I was looking forward to going with JSL, but it wasn’t to be. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw some water on the floor. “Rats,” I thought, “the dishwasher is broken.” Then I remembered that I hadn’t ran the dishwasher. I looked up and saw it.
A leak. Great. We called T, the guy who fixed our roof and burst water pipe, and he came over quickly. He checked, but couldn’t find any water in the attic directly above the kitchen. He crawled around on his hands and knees but no water. The best we were able to tell, it was coming from the area around a vent pipe. He went outside (in the pouring rain), tossed a bucket of water on the roof and then looked in the attic again. Bingo! A small trickle of water going down the pipe.
T left to get some parts. When he returned, he fixed the seal around the vent pipe. Turns out it had worn away allowing some water to flow through.
After a day like that, you can understand how we were in no mood to cook dinner. Pizza and falafels were ordered and boy were they good!