(My bathroom ceiling, day 7, AFTER upstair's landlord's contractor came to see whether the leak was from a common condo pipe, or from the upstairs apartment. I think the curtain rod holders lend a certain je ne sais quois to the scene.)
(You should have seen it BEFORE he cut the hole. ANYBODY HOME UP THERE?))
(Note the clever disguise of trash bag over the place where TILE USED TO BE. That was Number One Daughter's idea. If you squint it kind of looks like a window. Kind of.)
Yes, this is the high-class zip code in which I live. (It actually IS a high-class zip: 20817! Look it up.)
So the tenants upstair's landlord's contractor (got all that?) said yes, his employer's apartment's leak caused the damage. (Who lives up there you ask? Mr. landlord's MAID! And her family. They live rent free, in exchange for maid services at the guy's McMansion. Is that legal?) And the contractor added that he, Mr. S. H. (the landlord, who I am so outing in the next post) is responsible for fixing the ceiling. However, the whole bathroom needs to be replaced, and he's not responsible for everything that's wrong or broken, so now we start the haggle. My wonderful building maintenance guy said he'd do the whole job for $4800.
Meanwhile, I am showering at work.