Let’s posit a hypothetical: You’re a married woman with your mom living with you. Your mother calls you at work to say the washing machine (on the first floor) is causing water to back up in the overflow drain pan it sits in. You then call your husband and mention the problem and are told, ok, he’ll look at it when he gets home.
Your husband gets home from work, rather late, and before he’s made it past the front steps you start another load of laundry. When the washing machine drains, it floods the laundry room. You express surprise and annoyance that your husband hasn’t looked at it yet.
When the internet connection dies, and investigation determines that the water ran down from the laundry room and onto the cable modem (as well as a server and a laser printer also in the basement) you express surprise that the water didn’t stay in laundry room until it was mopped up.
If none of this sounds unreasonable to you, Congratulations! You could be my wife.
It could have been worse: the electrical panel is right there, too. I’m not sure if it’s good materials or dumb luck that prevented it shorting out or catching fire last night. There was supposed to be some kind of spill catcher to direct water into the sump; I’d expressed concern that putting the electrical panel right underneath the washing machine didn’t seem like the smartest idea in the world and was assured that they’d take care of it. I’ll have to take things apart and figure out what the problem is, but that’ll have to come later because…
I almost cut the end of one thumb off this evening. After I picked up the washing machine to get it out of the overflow pan (and it’s heavier and more awkward than I’d expected, but from the sloshing I’m guessing there’s a few gallons of water in it) I reached down to see if the cover over the drain would come off so I could check for lint wads. I discovered that a) the cover is attached to the pan, and b) it’s really really sharp. The only good news is that I bled so much that it probably washed away any bacteria, leftover detergent, and whatever else was in that mess. I taped the end down tight and it’ll probably re-attach. I’ve done similar things before; this was stupider than usual but not worse than before.
On the plus side, I picked up a replacement modem on the home from work today, so I have internet connectivity again. I was going through withdrawal last night.