I'm still clumsy in Bmore

So within 5 minutes of being in Baltimore I fell into a hole. Yes, a hole. It's connected to a drainage grate and of course Emily said, watch out for the hole. And of course I fell into it anyway. Basically my entire right leg. It's scratched and bruised and my left knee has been killing me since, but I don't think much damage was done. Or so I hope. (I bet there's a rat family down that hole that I scared- maybe they'll move far, far away)

Yesterday I called DPW to inform them that there's a hole that a small child could fall into. DPW transfers me to 311 who says they'll check it out and within 30 minutes call me back and say that it's on my property and I have to get it fixed. I'm all like I don't own property, I just wanted the city to know that I fell into a hole and you should probably figure out how to fix this. They want me to figure out who owns the property and have them fix it. I told them that since the property is most likely the park department's therefore the city's then they should probably just put the info in the system and let them know themselves. Nope, not happening. Whatever, as my cellphone really doesn't work (boy do I HATE CREDO MOBILE- never, never get them!) this follow up is not going to happen anytime soon and I sure hope no one else falls into this hole...

So Baltimore... my skin and blood is now a part of you...