In Which Twitter Tells Me What My Landlord Can't

Hey, guys, news flash: Twitter is good for something.

This morning, I crawled out of bed and headed to the kitchen to make coffee, but upon turning on the faucet, I noticed that the water flowing out of it was a sketchy brown shade. Not good–especially since New York is one of those cities that prides itself on having a water purification infrastructure so advanced that you can drink right out of the tap.

My roommates weren’t around. My landlord had no idea what was up. And an hour later, the water wasn’t back to normal. So in an attempt to find an answer to my most important question (“When can I take a shower?”), I turned to the Web.

All things “hyperlocal” were irritating the heck out of me. I found nothing on Outside.in or its neighborhood aggregator ilk, or on city blogs like Gothamist. Consequently, I posted a Twitter message saying I thought there was rust in my tap water.

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