Dysfunctional Office Pool

Idaho asked me to make this post yesterday, but as you can see from his latest, I was a little busy trying to track down the culprit that stole my hamburger. I did some investigating and the case seems to be at a standstill until we bring in the polygraph. So, in the meantime, our little dysfunctional office now has a swimming pool in the basement.

A couple of months ago, the Boss Man's private bathroom was made public by punching a door into the hallway and closing down the door that is in his office. It was a perfectly functional, albeit outdated bathroom, until Horn Hunter took it upon himself to remodel. The self proclaimed "perfectionist" got to work gutting the bathroom, re-doing the walls and floors and installing a new toilet and sink.

Far be it from me to criticize someone else's work when it was obviously a job that I could never undertake on my own; but the fact that I couldn't perform this project would lead me to believe I wouldn't be able to spot a "perfectionist's" flaws. I mean, really, how is an amateur such as myself to know that a big glob of soldering thrown on a pipe will not keep the water out better than solder applied all the way around a pipe? I guess I have a lot to learn.

Anywho, it must have been a defective pipe or defective solder because I know it couldn't be defective Horn Hunter that caused the pipe to leak the very first day the bathroom was back in operation. The Boss Man headed into the basement and I heard him scream like a little girl and run up the stairs. Soon enough, Horn Hunter was headed down with a mop and bucket. I didn't see it first hand, as it wasn't clarified until the mess was cleaned up whether it was a fresh water swimming pool or something that seemed to gross to consider (it ended up being clean, by the way), but I hear it was only deep enough to use as a wading pool. Horn Hunter was busy the rest of the day trying to fix the leak, so maybe by today we have a lap pool.