I went for a bike ride this afternoon. I didn’t want to, but I haven’t had any exercise in over a week, so I forced myself. Maybe if I had stayed home, I could have prevented what awaited me when I got home. As I approached the garage door leading into the house, water was pouring out from underneath the door frame. That’s not what you want to come home to, I thought.

I walked inside to find the entryway, bathroom, and living room flooded. I ran upstairs to see what was going on. Someone was in the bathroom, but I couldn’t hear any sounds from inside. Great, I thought, someone slit their wrists in the tub. I knocked on the door, and my kid responded. “What’s going on?” I asked. “What do you mean?” he replied. I informed him that the whole downstairs was flooded. He said he just drained the tub. I told him he just drained it into the downstairs.

Buy a house, they said…