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sharplittleteeth) wrote2005-03-29 02:04 pm
sharplittleteeth) wrote2005-03-29 02:04 pm
Blattella mutherfuckeris
The repairman just came and fixed our washing machine.
It was cockroaches. Living in the circuit boards, where it's damp and warm.
Little fuckers.
Technically this isn't covered by the warranty. But it was only a couple of cockroaches, and the guy was leaving the company in two weeks, so he swapped the circuit board over for free.
He was a chatty guy, the way repairmen often are. He told me how he got a call to repair a fridge once. The wiring was crawling with thousands of roaches. So he told the owner that it wasn't covered by warranty, but if the owner got some bug-spray, he'd come back in a week and fix it for free. The owner refused. He wanted cold beer and he wanted it now. So the repairman changed the circuits and charged him a hundred dollars plus parts. And three months later the owner called back with the same problem.
I'm about to head down to the supermarket now, buy a megaton of insect killer, and rain death down on those six-legged motherfuckers.
(And look, I don't need to say this, but just in case: this guy did me a favour, yeah? Don't no-one go dobbing him in.)
It was cockroaches. Living in the circuit boards, where it's damp and warm.
Little fuckers.
Technically this isn't covered by the warranty. But it was only a couple of cockroaches, and the guy was leaving the company in two weeks, so he swapped the circuit board over for free.
He was a chatty guy, the way repairmen often are. He told me how he got a call to repair a fridge once. The wiring was crawling with thousands of roaches. So he told the owner that it wasn't covered by warranty, but if the owner got some bug-spray, he'd come back in a week and fix it for free. The owner refused. He wanted cold beer and he wanted it now. So the repairman changed the circuits and charged him a hundred dollars plus parts. And three months later the owner called back with the same problem.
I'm about to head down to the supermarket now, buy a megaton of insect killer, and rain death down on those six-legged motherfuckers.
(And look, I don't need to say this, but just in case: this guy did me a favour, yeah? Don't no-one go dobbing him in.)
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And then call the landlord and make THEM call rentakill.
You'd have to leave the place for a day if you bombed it, but it's fairly effective.
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Maybe it's worth writing them a letter. ANd checking what can be done with the tenancy board. That way it's all in writing.
:-/
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