I was sitting at the kitchen bar and heard the pipe burst almost right under my feet (luckily my house is on stilts). Ran outside (mind you it's 12 degrees) to check it out. Go down my stairs and I can hear a fucking waterfall coming out of my first floor. I have a sweat shirt on.
The break is an inch outside the new addition I'm working on underneath my house for some down and out TDF'er that needs an apartment at the beach. So, I go into my unfinished apartment, turn on the lights, find my work light and shine it up where the water is coming out. The insulation is like a pink block of ice with water pouring out of it. The water is pouring onto my carport, and running down my driveway into the street. It's freezing as it comes out of the insulation. I run around the back of my house to find the shut off that's on the NE corner of the house. Turn the valve, and water starts shooting out of that!
Go back inside, grab some pliers and head to the shut off out by the street. Can't open the shut off lid, because it's fucking frozen shut by the ice storm we had last night. Go back inside, grab a pry bar and head back to the shut off by the street. Pry it open, and shine my light in. I kid you not, there are 50 roaches and I don't know how many fucking black widows in there and I don't have gloves on, even though it's 12 degrees outside.
Fuck it. I reach in, put my pliers on the shut off which is also frozen open by the ice storm. It won't close. Run back into the house and get a big monkey wrench. Run back out. Monkey wrench won't turn because it's 12 degrees outside. Grab the pliers and finally manage to close the shut off valve after cutting my knuckles on metal in the 12 degree weather.
Did I mention it was 12 degrees?
