After I got home after my day at the government office where I make the daily bread as a managing government bureaucrat, I found water in my basement, it seemed that the water from the washing machined overflowed the sink. I was kind of pissed; I wondered what could have cause it because the sink’s drain was not blocked. Now, instead of relaxing and watching “Gunsmoke,” my favorite western, I was cleaning up water spillage. 

 After that job was done, I washed the dishes, then I decided to check the boiler. I go in the basement, and I see that there is another flood, coming from the same sink. What the fuck is going on?

Now I take a closer look at the sink, and see that the water is coming up from the waste pipe. Shit, I cleaned up the water again. I decided to play detective to locate the source of the problem.

I ran the kitchen water, went down to the basement, and saw a new flood. I went upstairs to the bathroom; dam it I have a sewer issue. Called a plumbing company’s 24-hour hot line for emergency services.

Would you believe that instead of sending someone over to attend to the emergency, they made an appointment. Talk about false advertising.

The good thing was that the appointment was at eight in the morning, the bad thing is that I can’t wash up until the plumber comes and resolve the problem.

It was after 3:30am before I retired for the night, hoping that I will get up in time to let the plumber in, and when the sewer issue is resolved, wash up and back to the government office for a full day’s work as a managing government bureaucrat.

Now that I’m in bed, time went by and the next time I opened my eyes it was a little after five. OK, it will be another two hours before the plumber arrives, So, I close my eyes again. I don’t know if I entered the dream space, but I heard a noise, like the front door opened and closed, then I hear may name being called.

The voice calling my name sounded like my mothers. I get out of bed to answer the voice. Then it darned to me. That my mother does not have a key to the house, and that I’m the only one in the house at this moment.   

Would you believe that five minutes after I heard my name called in a voice that sounded like my mother. Talk about timing, or was there something more at play.

I was pondering about this phenomenon; I decided to go to the search engines and see the cyber space interpretation.

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