Last night DR Elmore said:
One of my Drama Book Shop bosses in 1980 told me whatever problems you have in your first apartment will follow you.
I never heard that, but it made me think: this wasn't my first ever apartment, but in the first apartment that was all my own, the water from the girl's bathtub above mine came through my bathroom ceiling, requiring a major repair and re-plastering.
So, fast-forward about forty years. I'm up in the attic (completely unfinished and empty, just insulation in the walls and floor and a few plywood walking paths) checking on something. It was hardly my first time up there in this house, and I should know my way around, right? Well, suddenly without thinking I take one false step .... and my left leg goes right through, into the room underneath ..... which (thankfully, for all kinds of reasons) happens to be my bathroom. Yep, right through a layer of insulation and sheetrock -- which, trust me, supports NOTHING -- and there I am, dangling from the attic right between the terlit and the shower.