My Landlord

It is October 12 at about 7PM and Carl, lying on the living room floor, gets hit with a drop of water. The roof is leaking about a foot south of the ceiling fan in the living room. The ceiling is a bit deformed and it looks bad.

Sure, it's been raining cats and dogs, but the roof has been leaking forever. This is ridiculous.

I call the landlord. The person answering the phone says he will do something. I'm not exactly a believer. They've never done anything in the past, so why start now?