I begin to hate our condo
Remember the idiot golfer who threw pottery through our window? The quest to sell the condo has hit an even bigger snag.
Yesterday morning our realtor (and also the condo association president) got in touch to let us know there was extensive water damage to the unit. The downstairs ceiling had collapsed, and there was water in the master bedroom closet and bathroom (directly above the fallen ceiling). The immediate conclusion was that there had been a frozen pipe in the interior wall, which thawed after the weather warmed up on Monday. When the realtor and her handyman visited, though, it looked like it was leaking in through the roof-chimney joint (which is over the closet).
At this point we’re trying to get the insurance company involved so they can see the damage; that has to happen before repairs and cleanup can start. Obviously this puts a bit of a damper on the potential for it to be sold soon.
I think the next incident will be either a furious elephant stampede through the front door, or perhaps a meteor strike.
