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Hi.
Last night it was storming. And I mean it was thunder-rolling-so-hard-the-windows-shake-storming. I was sitting downstairs minding my own business (with my little brothers flashlight glued to my hand) when the door bell rings. The dogs start to bark and I get up to answer the door, but there's no one there. So now that I was already plenty freaked out and scared out of my wits, I had this sudden urgency to go upstairs and shut my bedroom window (the dumbass that built this place forgot to add air conditioning ... so I have to keep a fan dealy in my window) so my bed wouldn't be soaked.
So I'm trying to open my window and for some stupid reason I put my right palm *on* the glass in an effort to push it open, and keep in mind that I was panicking and freaking out because it was storming and some entity rang my door bell, and next thing I know there's this loud CRASH and my arm is through the window. I started *bawling* because, well, I broke a window in a house that technically isn't mine ... and all I could think about was Pat (our landlord) getting really pissed about it and making me pay a lot of money to fix the window, or worse, kicking us out. So I ran into my mothers room completely sobbing and saying "I'm so sorry! It was an accident! I swear!" but she was already up because she heard the crash and it wasn't until then when I noticed my arm was bleeding. I cleaned up my arm (which isn't too bad, just a few cuts and scratches) and my mom had this brilliant idea that she would fix the window herself without Pat knowing. Then all I could think about was Pat not only being pissed about the window, but being pissed because we didn't tell him.
We bought glass and caulking today, and we were going to fix it tomorrow when lo and behold Pat rings our door bell!
Pat: Hey, I wanted to ask you about the shattered glass underneath your window ...
Me: Well, it was storming last night and in a panic I tried to open my window and kind of broke it in the process ... I'm sorry.
Pat: (concerned) You're not hurt are you?
Me: I have a few cuts -shows them- but nothing too serious ...
Pat: Well ... as long as your okay.
He basically said that the window can be replaced and he wasn't really worried about it. Then we told him we had all the materials to fix it and my mom assured him she had the expertise to do so. And he was okay with it! He didn't yell, he didn't kick us out ... hell he seemed more worried about my cuts than the window. Then he told us he'd be away on vacation for a week and if we needed anything he'd contact his brother. So ... wow ... yeah ... was *really* relieved about that one.
So, who knows ... maybe my lucks turning around for a change. (But I'm not entirely counting on that ...)
Last night it was storming. And I mean it was thunder-rolling-so-hard-the-windows-shake-storming. I was sitting downstairs minding my own business (with my little brothers flashlight glued to my hand) when the door bell rings. The dogs start to bark and I get up to answer the door, but there's no one there. So now that I was already plenty freaked out and scared out of my wits, I had this sudden urgency to go upstairs and shut my bedroom window (the dumbass that built this place forgot to add air conditioning ... so I have to keep a fan dealy in my window) so my bed wouldn't be soaked.
So I'm trying to open my window and for some stupid reason I put my right palm *on* the glass in an effort to push it open, and keep in mind that I was panicking and freaking out because it was storming and some entity rang my door bell, and next thing I know there's this loud CRASH and my arm is through the window. I started *bawling* because, well, I broke a window in a house that technically isn't mine ... and all I could think about was Pat (our landlord) getting really pissed about it and making me pay a lot of money to fix the window, or worse, kicking us out. So I ran into my mothers room completely sobbing and saying "I'm so sorry! It was an accident! I swear!" but she was already up because she heard the crash and it wasn't until then when I noticed my arm was bleeding. I cleaned up my arm (which isn't too bad, just a few cuts and scratches) and my mom had this brilliant idea that she would fix the window herself without Pat knowing. Then all I could think about was Pat not only being pissed about the window, but being pissed because we didn't tell him.
We bought glass and caulking today, and we were going to fix it tomorrow when lo and behold Pat rings our door bell!
Pat: Hey, I wanted to ask you about the shattered glass underneath your window ...
Me: Well, it was storming last night and in a panic I tried to open my window and kind of broke it in the process ... I'm sorry.
Pat: (concerned) You're not hurt are you?
Me: I have a few cuts -shows them- but nothing too serious ...
Pat: Well ... as long as your okay.
He basically said that the window can be replaced and he wasn't really worried about it. Then we told him we had all the materials to fix it and my mom assured him she had the expertise to do so. And he was okay with it! He didn't yell, he didn't kick us out ... hell he seemed more worried about my cuts than the window. Then he told us he'd be away on vacation for a week and if we needed anything he'd contact his brother. So ... wow ... yeah ... was *really* relieved about that one.
So, who knows ... maybe my lucks turning around for a change. (But I'm not entirely counting on that ...)