She said she had voted for Trump, because he's the only one who can bring this country back from ruins. Ranted about Hillary for about 5 minutes, and then asked me how in the world I could vote for Bernie because all I did was help Hillary. It was as good as being a traitor to God and country. Oh wow.
I made my best case, but she didn't listen. Stopped listening as soon as I got two sentences in. So I turned the tables and asked her how she could vote for a guy who admitted to grabbing women by their p&$$!es. Whoooo. That's when she really lost it. She got up, grabbed her guac and stormed out the door, screaming at me all the way calling me things I can't write here.
Well, at least she didn't break anything. So I thought, what the hell, another Tinder bomb. I sat down and rewound the football game back on my DVR back where her rant began. At least she's not going to screw up the game, too. But I was wrong.
About thirty minutes later I got up to go to the kitchen and noticed the carpet close to the hallway seemed damp. I was barefooted. I went down the hallway and the carpet was squishy. By the time I got close to the bathroom, the water was coming up between my toes. Then I saw it. The bathroom window was open and the garden hose was propped inside and on. My bathroom and the entire hallway and another bedroom were flooded. That crazy bitch couldn't ruin my day, so she had to ruin my carpet, instead.