Who is That Beautiful Woman? 😛
😏Stabbed in the heart…I was…I was! 😮😏
08 A.M. this ordinary Monday morning my bedroom phone shrilled & shrilled. (When it wakes me from a delicious sleep after a restless night, it doesn’t ring…it shrills).
I don’t want to answer, so I roll over to continue my dreaming. 😴
“Mrs. Diamond, Mrs. Diamond, this is Peppy the super. We must get into your apartment right now. My people are at your door now, ringing & ringing the bell & banging for you to open. There is a terrible flood from your apartment flooding all flats under you.” I live on the 22nd floor.
“Hello? what the fuck…”?😱
In a sleeveless tee-shirt, my flabby arms exposed, and mismatched printed old PJ bottoms, I open the door. I fell asleep suddenly and never removed my bleeding, black mascaraed makeup or finished changing into proper PJS…
Six men rushed into my bathroom, & the half bathroom next to it…carrying on in loud, hysterical Spanish, which I don’t understand.
I ignore them… as long as I can, helplessly as I can’t get out of dressed or washed up or use the 2 toilets are now packed with 6 panicky workmen. My clothing closet too is flooded.
I am a trapped, as an ugly, old woman without her makeup mask, in rags, with uncombed wild hair & a bare, bald spot showing, where my head rested on my pillow. 👵
I could scare Dracula…surely! 🙄 😱
My LUCK, the toilet, from one old toilet burst its innards, sneakily during the night and did its Niagra Falls best… to destroy the tenants in my wing of the huge building, it is raining the most in on my floors. 👷♂️👨🏭👨🔧
