The Great United States Plumbing Fiasco: A Newcomer’s Tale of Leaks, Letdowns, and Learning
So, picture this: Fresh off the plane, suitcase still dusty from the baggage belt, and here I am — an optimistic immigrant starting a new chapter in Newark, New Jersey. A new city, new job, and yes, a shiny rented apartment that looked perfect on paper . Fast forward about a week, and “perfect” had turned into “perpetually damp.” One fine morning, as I finally unpacked my last moving box, I discovered that the bathroom sink had decided to become a fountain. Water everywhere. Drip, drip, splash… you get the picture. The Landlord & Broker: The Dynamic (Disappointing) Duo Naturally, I dialed the property owner. His response? A classic American response ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, but over the phone: “Oh yeah, sorry, but that’s on you now. It was working fine when you moved in.” Right. Maybe it was also my fault the faucet was older than the building itself. Next up: the broker. After a few dozen unanswered calls, he finally replied, only to say he “just helps people find places” and “doesn...