H2 Whoa!

I sat down at my laptop this morning while enjoying a big, cold glass of water when I got a call from Steve.

"Hey, could you bring me some bottled water to work? There's a boil water advisory for the city. But I don't think you're affected," he said.

So I looked it up and found this. And by the poor wording of the advisory, we weren't sure but decided I lived in the "safe" part of the city.

A water main broke yesterday. I had seen nearly every DPW and Water Dept employee hanging out - I'm friends with all of them, so I noticed - and it seemed like a situation of "How many city employees does it take to fix a water pipe?" There were so many people, including the upper level management, so I knew something was going on... but they were all just hanging out and not doing anything. I'm sure there was a reason but to see all of your friends wearing yellow vests and water gushing over the road, surrounded by flashing warning lights and barracades... and they are just hanging out and talking... Keep up the good work, boys!

That was late afternoon. Steve and I went to Royal Oak for the big 3: coffee, cigars, and conversation. When we came back hours later that night, there weren't as many people but there was still lots going on under those blaring spotlights.

I smiled. At this point, they were making double time to sit on the grass. I wanted to stay and watch them actually fix it - they have been trying to work around it all week, and I've only caught the after-effect: wet and muddy, grumpy men from head to toe. How hot is that? Ha ha!

I finished that quenching glass of water and was about to update this journal about my interview and the job I start today, when Steve calls back.

"Hey, don't drink the water. You need to boil also."

... Dammit.