Catastrophe on level 7

This morning at work, the wankers upstairs called me because the little water cooler spilled on the carpet (someone left it running so it overfilled the cup and kept going). So they called the security number saying
"We have a minor catastrophe up here. We need u here urgently. The water cooler has exploded".
I get up there and it's a 50cm² patch of damp carpet. So i steal some dusters-towels from the cleaners room and just places them over it. Now a potential tripping hazard, but very festive looking in the red and blue patches of cloth. I at least deserved a pat on the back for my deft handling of a major situation. Then it was home time! Time to sleep, i thought. But no, the train stops halfway home because a door won't close. Fortunately an interestingly odd fellow and his wife had the MetLink complaints phone number (sure, why not?) and they called and had the driver reset the train. CTRL ALT and DEL mr driver sir!