What a bizarre week! On Monday, I came home to a
broken blind. Roommate didn’t know how to work a simple blind and decided to rough
house it into submission. The blinds were defeated and came down in pieces. The
aftermath left her panicking because she feared that I would scold her for the
mishap. You think I’d be angry over this? Not one bit. I was laughing upon
reading the unfortunate text. Well, I thought to myself as I clapped my hands,
at least I don’t have to clean that anymore.
Upon simulation of what actually happened, I was flabbergasted.
Look, you have two strings. If you pull on one of them, and only one side of
the blinds rise to form a fan, almost automatically you should be aware that
the other string controls the other portion. You may even proceed to lower down
before pulling both. Or you may even tug on the other one to even them out
before pulling both. In general, you’d end up pulling both strings right? My
roommate did the left-right maneuver and the gears got stuck. You’re not
milking some cow, girl!
On Tuesday, the maintenance guy came over to fix
it. He also dropped me a notification on how much it would cost us. Not that it
mattered since the roommate offered to pay for it. Guess the only fun in this
accident was the conversation I had with the management. No, I didn’t hold any
party last night. Yes, I tugged on it hard. My bad. “Next time, please contact
us when it gets stuck. We’ll send the guys up to handle that for you.”
Puh-lease,
Vonnie S.
Vonnie S.
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