Waking Up on the 4th...

What did I wake up to on the 4th of July? No, not the Renter stomping down the hall to the bathroom. No, not the Renter grunting and groaning as she took a massive shit. No, not the Renter flushing the massive shit down the toilet. No, not the stench of the Renter's massinve shit. No, I woke up to the water running in the toilet (filling it up) because sometimes the handle sticks and it will run forever. Yup, I'm officially a cheap bastard (if I wasn't one before).