When it rains it pours
A couple of times every year, Hong Kong faces the brunt of rather strong typhoons. But last Sunday was special, even for someone like me who has lived in the city for more than 20 years. We welcomed super typhoon Mangkhut.
Typhoon days are usually perfect excuses to have a family day watching movies and TV shows, and pretending to work a bit from home if they happen to fall on a weekday. But some people simply cannot catch a break.
Take my good old banker friend Bill, who ended up facing a series of rather unfortunate events during the latest typhoon. Things started small, with some water leaking into his house from the roof — perfectly natural during a 24-hour downpour. He took care of that by placing a few buckets under the leak.
But problems quickly escalated when the leak became a drizzle and then a constant stream of water gushing in. Puzzled, he ventured up to his terrace to see what the trouble was. Imagine his disbelief when he encountered something resembling a swimming pool on his rooftop, courtesy of a broken water pipe — not his, but one of his neighbours. This meant he had to frantically go around to all his neighbours, demanding they turn off their water supply to stem the leak.
That wasn’t the end of it though. Anyone near his home that day would have seen a guy standing bare-chested in the heavy rain for hours, trying his best to bail out water from his terrace with a little bucket.
But the chap knew who he wanted to blame: his wife, who was away travelling that week. He explained: “Something bad always happens at home when she isn’t there."