About two months ago our toilet clogged up. We tried to fix it ourselves but when that didn't work we, naturally, called our building management. They came, they fixed it, gave us some tips and left. Two weeks later it happens again. I call and make arrangements. I leave for a dr's appt. Building manager yells at me for not being home even though they were given permission to enter our apartment with their own set of keys.
Two weeks later and we're a day away from leaving for Thanksgiving break. Toilet clogs, yet again. I call the building manager and get chewed out. Building manager's husband comes and "fixes" the toilet. He spends 10 minutes telling Brent "not to throw chicken bones in the toilet". Brent laughs in his face, assuming he is drunk.
Apparently, he was not drunk.
So when Brent calls today about the yet again clogged toilet, he is chewed out for the chicken bones...again.
Angry pregnant woman chews out building manager and leaves an angry message with building manager's boss.
We'll see what happens next...
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