We got home from cocktails a little bit ago and I smelled gas in our airbnb AGAIN, so I called the gas people and now there are men working in the hallway, banging around with their tools and ladders and asking me where the meter is, as if I live here or something.
Before I called them, he Hot Canadian was like “Let’s go to bed and deal with it in the morning,” but I said “NO, CANADIAN! DANGER!!!” And then the gas guys were all “Young lady, you saved everyone’s lives!” and now I have another thing to gloat about after the Ruined Shirt incident yesterday. It’s turning out to be a great week.