It finally happened. Not that I ever wanted it to happen. I mean, I always felt so lucky whenever one of my neighbors had to deal with it, but I was spared. And I’ve been spared for years when all of my neighbors around me had to deal with it. The problem? Call it a pipe problem. Or a leak problem. Or a pipe-with-a-leak-problem … whatever you call it: the results are always the same: Water. In place wheres you don’t actually want to have it. Like on the bathroom floor. When you’ve just mopped your whole house and expect everything to be nice and in order. But this time all was not good. Because it finally happened to me: a pipe broke and now I’m having to deal with water, right before I actually wanted to go to bed.   But on a more positive note: it’s just a small leak, which will (hopefully) not affect my entire home. And after it’s been my turn at last, I should be save from leaks for another …