A couple of years ago, I thought I turned the bathroom faucet off.
I was in a hurry, as usual, so I quickly turned the knob and went on my way. Little did I know that the sink was plugged and there was a slight drip.
I went back to watch the movie with Emily in our tiny, yet cozy apartment. Beautiful wife, warm fire, popcorn, engaging movie. The good life. But the Hallmark mood only lasted for a couple more hours.
After the movie, I went to the bathroom again to find the sink overflowing and the water spilled out over on the floor, out into the hallway. There are better ways to end a night like this.