Newsletter editor Lily here with a quick story of when the universe works in mysterious ways.

As some of you might recall, I’ve had endless issues with the apartment I moved into earlier this year. (Refresher: On my move-in day in the dead of winter, there was no heat, no appliances, no hinges on multiple doors, etc.) The latest problem seems to be a water leak spanning an entire side of my apartment. Of course, my landlord is pretending that multiple water leaks occurring in the same part of the apartment is just sheer coincidence.

Earlier this week, an electrician had to stop by to do routine maintenance. When he turned back on the circuit breaker, it caused a smoke detector in one of the rooms to go off. “It’s just the battery,” he said. I told him I thought there was some thing more to it and that it probably had something to do with the water leaks we were having that are making the electricity act funky. He kept acting like I was lying, I didn’t know what I was talking about, the works. I hear him talking to his boss outside and basically telling him I’m just some clueless woman complaining.

Uh huh.

I tell him he has to replace the smoke detector because the ceilings are high and I can’t get up there without a ladder, and he finally agrees.

He gets up on a step ladder, opens the smoke detector socket—and proceeds to get soaked by a rush of dirty water coming out.

I didn’t even hesitate to say, “WOW. WATER. ALMOST LIKE A LEAK. INTERESTING.”

He then said he had a number of jobs to do and couldn’t change his clothes, so he spent the day walking around in 90-degree weather covered in Lord knows what goop from that socket.

Karma’s a b*tch.

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