I have used Airbnb dozens of times so pretty much have the checkout routine nailed. You know, clean the room, write a thank-you card and pack up my belongings. Nothing extra-ordinary or stressful. So tell me why when I washed my hands after cleaning the apartment, the tap/faucet wouldn’t turn off. Like, at all.
Great, just what I needed when my flight from Milan to London was departing in a few hours. Funny how the tap just HAD to play up as I was about to head to the airport. I remember calling out to my friend in a state of panic, because I could see the pressure of water was actually starting to increase. NOOOOOOOO. I could also see that water was starting to gather slightly in the basin. I freaked out. My friend and I were manically running around the bathroom trying to think of ways to collect the water. Place a bucket? Tie a bag to the pipe? Everything but call our host. I used the excuse our host was at work, which was true, but in reality I was too nervous to tell him that his bathroom will potentially flood. I had no idea how he would take it. What if he demanded we stay to keep an eye on the water? What if he charged us for repair because he thought we broke it? All these possibilities were going through my mind, yet I knew I had no other choice.
Well, to my surprise, the host didn’t yell or demand money. Instead, he told us to leave the tap running. The idea sounded ridiculous. How could we leave a tap running for hours and hours. Not only is that major water wastage but the sink was clogging up! The whole floor and studio apartment would turn into a swimming pool. My friend and I rapidly went back to thinking of solutions. If we couldn’t turn off the water then at least we could try to lower the speed it was coming out. The weirdest thing about all this was even when the tap was off, the water kept on coming. I’m no expert but I’m pretty sure that’s not a good sign!
After what felt like a lifetime of fiddling with the tap, it started to dribble. Yes! That meant water pressure was reducing. SUCCESS. My friend and I both ran out the room. We didn’t dare even LOOK at the tap from fear it would mysteriously start. We were not taking any chances.
I never got an explanation from the host about what was wrong with the tap. To be honest, I didn’t want one! The only contact I had was an Airbnb notification days later stating my host had published a review on my profile. I was fully prepared to see a snarky remark about the disturbance caused by ringing him during work but…. it wasn’t there. I guess the thank-you card worked its charm!
See you in the next post!
P.S, if you missed my post about being scammed in New York City, I’ll add it here: Adventures Of A Backpacker: Scammed in New York City?