the director of the residence hall almost saw me in my underwear

So the other night I awoke in the middle of the night to Chinese water torture. Administered by my ceiling. I told Mme Aonne the next morning about it and she told he she’d call whomever it is that people like her call for situations like this. It’s not a big deal since I moved my bed out of the way of the drip (I think real good) and ran off to do my errands and kind of forgot about it.

This morning I’m awoken by my doorbell. Half asleep and wearing no pants I looked through the peephole and see the director of the residence hall (it’s a dude). Quickly I scrambled for my keys.

See the thing is, the door in my apartment locks with a key from both in inside and outside. In a world where e=mc2 this meant I also had to use the key to unlock my door from the inside.

But I couldn’t find my keys. So I’m looking around the room for my damn keys half functional because I just woke up and the clock is ticking when somewhere in the important information part of my brain I realize that these people have keys to my apartment. And if I don’t open the door, they will assume I am not there and come in (they’ve done this before). And I am sans pants.

Shit. So I shift my eyes from key-seeking mode to pants-seeking mode, find them, and put them on (inside out, backwards, whatever) just as they open the door.

I turn around and am so flustered and still discombobulated by having just woken up that no French registers whatsoever and I can’t even manage a ‘Parlez vous l’anglias?” as they talk to me in French. I just stare at them like an idiot and since they have no idea what just transpired in the last 2 minutes they stare at me like I’m an idiot but I’m ok with that because at least I am an idiot wearing pants.

Anywho the director finally speaks to me in English and turns out the “water” dripping from my ceiling isn’t in fact from the rain but rather from the shower of my upstairs neighbor. Ew.
The guy did something and now we “have to test” meaning I have to lay there and wait to see if shower water drips on me.

So until I figure out how to “test” this without getting any shower water on me, my bed remains moved awkwardly in the center of the room.

A room fit for an idiot (wearing pants).