I'm ok with 48 hours I guess. I hesitate bc I don't know how busy I'll be the next two days. I think my house might be haunted. I don't think this amount of home repair emergencies across a short span of time is statistically possible.
One time I smelt this overwhelming scent of shit and sewage, and I heard running water. Heart sinking, I followed my nose, and traced the smell to one of my furnace registers. I looked down the vent and there it was, shit. Shit in my vents. Turds and toilet paper flowing in my vents, in the duct work. Whimpering with dread I went outside and removed the panel I had covering up the crawlspace entrance, and a tide -- a tide -- of shit came pouring out, like The Shining but with shit instead of blood. tl;dr my house literally hates me, it begrudges me every moment of peace I wrestle from the jaws of this life.