"I'd like to report a condition,"
I told the water emergency hotline operator.
"There's an 8-foot geyser spewing water
from a broken sprinklerhead at the northwest
corner of 39th and Fremont. It's making
kind
of a beautiful arc but it's such a waste..."
It was 2:32 a.m. and I was just getting in
from a 7-hour jam with
Jesse,
Matt,
Rob,
&
Will, 25 beers and
some sake between us.
She said she was sorry but there was nothing
they could do about private property other
than try to contact the owner if listed.
(I'd feel bad later for relishing the thought
of that person's phone ringing them awake.)
It occured to me only the next day that maybe
I could have found the valve and shut it off
myself. Instead, my idea of helping had been
to
drink
a little so it wouldn't all be spilled.
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