Fixin' a Hole Where the Rain gets in...

It seems attempts to coordinate the Roofers of Dumbville, with the landlord's somewhat dim maintenance people was like one of those old-time car chases and missed-connections seen in silent movies. Sort of a Keystone Cops Revival - on steroids.

Maintenance truck arrives with long extension ladders so the roofers have access to fix the leak damaging my apartment and clothes.  Set up ladders, make phone contact, and go on about their other business.

They return later and, assuming the job is done, remove the ladders and drive away.

Roofers arrive, find no ladders (their ladders are not long enough! These are roofers, professional roofers!) make phone calls, and off they go to another job, presumably nearby.

A Second truck from landlord arrives to "pick up the ladders" also assuming the job is done.  Finding no ladders a brief panic ensues. Initial truck with the ladders arrives and the roofers arrive a few minutes later.

Chaos and disorder, some shouting and angry words exchanged, before all calm down, 2 roofers climb the ladders to check out the problem. Neither know what the pieces of metal are called so cannot tell the others what they need.  (It's called "flashing" by the way. Now stop that!!! The metal kind. Jeez!)  So the fearless leader of the roofers from Dumbville hauls his rather large, angry carcass up the straining aluminum ladder to find out what the other 2 are looking for though cannot name.

He descends the ladder muttering under this breath, telling another dim bulb stationed by the truck what supplies they need, and sends said bulb up the ladder like a squirrel to deliver the necessary tools and sealant to complete the job. They are finished and gone within an hour.

Landlord's crews, lurking nearby, remove the ladders a second time, get into their trucks and drive away. 

All is quiet again.  Finally.  Oh, if this whole affair had truly been a silent movie.  Now to find out if they actually fixed the leak.  There are heavy storms in the area again and I am leaving the bucket in place under the leak, just in case.  No fool, I!

Roofers with short ladders...it boggles the mind.

And so it goes.
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