Welcome to our Harry Potty Party!

So yesterday was a tad -- well, chaotic I guess -- at the bookstore where I work.  For starters, we were rearranging a lot of displays to make room for all the activities and events for our Harry Potter up-to-midnight release party tonight, and the usual problems pertain -- table wheels that break, displays cascading to the floor, etc.  Then there was also the problem that our phones were disconnecting callers the instant we pushed the Hold button.  And on top of THAT, a leak developed in the ceiling directly above our hardcover best-sellers table (well, heck, we were moving everything else around anyway).

Now, understand that this bookstore is in the sub-level of a big but fairly new building on the university campus.  So you wouldn't necessarily expect bad plumbing, but I guess leaks and so on are an obvious risk of having a bookstore below ground level.  But imagine our dismay when the smell of the "water" leak tells us that this increasingly serious drip is coming from the bathrooms upstairs somewhere, and not from the sinks either.

I'm due at the bookstore at noon, at whish time we'll see if things are fixed, or whether there is still a big area of plastic sheeting down in the middle of the store cordoned off with yellow Caution tape and reeking of piss, ready and waiting for all the children and their parents to come to a fun party.  My, what timing.

Of course, if things are still a mess, I'll suggest we put up a sign explaining that Willy Widdershins has just been up to his bad business again, abusing us poor Muggles.