Sandbox Floods! Grab Your Useless Implement!
For the second time in two years, altitude-challenged Sandbox Studio was breached by the backing-up of the local storm drain. According to wild speculation and random assumption, debris clogs up in the storm sewers over the course of the year, and then, in early summer, when the first of Chicago’s huge thunderstorms hit our fair city, the storm sewers are too clogged with crapola to allow the water to flow freely to wherever it flows. Kentucky, I imagine. In such, storm water back-ups and flows into the studio via the bathroom and furnace room drain and creeps across our delicate cork floor like that goo from Ghostbusters 2.
Besides providing a premium opportunity to soak our feet in highly-viscous water-sludge, floods and other semi-disasters also provide an interesting opportunity to observe how people act in the heat of the moment. In Sandbox’s case, here’s what we had: One boss left! (Honestly though, it was to go buy a mop.) The other boss called his wife, one employee scrambled to save the computers, another opened a beer, and two more valiantly beat the water back with useless implements. However, in the end, pictures were taken, the mess was cleaned up, and since this clap-trap city certainly won’t do anything about clogged storm drains, we’ll do it all over again next June!
Take a look a below to see us fight the water back with chopsticks and tissues!
