A new perspective on being disrespected

It was Monday morning in Guiyang, China, and I was constantly checking my phone. Something which I hate doing, especially right before bed.

I was waiting on a reply from my Chinese friend who was coordinating with construction workers who needed to come and do work in our house.

See a few days before, there’d been loud knocks at the door from our building manager. (Very loud knocks, with like 2 seconds in between — who gets to the door that fast?)

They told us our washing machine had caused a waterfall in the apartment below.

Ooops.

oops

They came in and inspected our laundry room. Side note: they came in without taking their shoes off — which is a big deal in China.

Every time you go into someone’s house you either put these booties on over your shoes, wear slippers they give you, orrrrr just take your shoes off.

So if you just barge in with your shoes on it’s quite disrespectful here.

Anywayyyyy, they couldn’t see anything wrong with the washing machine.

Which meant … all the problems were below the floor.

 gahhhh

Crap.

Because our whole house is basically a concrete block, our floor would have to be completely pulled up to be able to get at whatever was causing the tsunami problem downstairs.

Like, completely destroyed. They eventually came with jack-hammers.

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