Sometimes, I hate living in the city. For example, I came home the other day and found out that someone dropped this 300-pound beam in the middle of our kitchen:
Alex claims he was napping when it happened, but that must have been some REM sleep he was in. Near as I can tell, some high school kids must have hijacked some sort of heavy equipment machinery to get the thing in here and when they backed up to leave, that beep-beep-beeping sound would have normally woken Alex. But he's been going to lots of concerts lately, and using nail guns, so maybe his hearing is going a bit.
This is the kind of thing that can really only happen in the city. Kids in the country do harmless things like tip cows and play mailbox baseball.
On the bright side, this beam will apparently come in handy for our ongoing home remodeling project. At some point, in fact, it will soon hold up the second floor of our house, either through some feat of engineering or magic or both. I wonder if space aliens will use their advanced powers to levitate the thing and hold it place while Alex pounds/glues/staples it into place?
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4 comments:
Duct tape!
ooh sorry. i think my husband may have had something to do with that beam showing up in your living room. he has boundry issues.
You are right, living in city some time harms us, but living in city also benefits in many ways , I hope you understand.
Angelle
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