When I moved out of my parents’ property, I moved into this little apartment building.
I couldn’t wait to get into the place plus tell my friends that I wanted to have a sizable celebration.
I invited my closest friends plus told them to invite just a single other person. I thought the small apartment was too small to have a large amount of people. Unluckily, it felt like they invited everybody they knew. I ended up with roughly fifty people in my tiny apartment, plus it was getting incredibly hot. I went in search of the temperature control unit, only to find that the landlord had a lockbox over it. There was no way I could turn the air conditioner equipment lower. I tried opening windows, however they were nailed shut. The next thing I knew, I heard a person yell, “I did it!”. I walked over to where the voice came from only to see that the lockbox was easily ripped off the temperature control unit. The air conditioner was working on high plus it was absolutely getting cooler in the location. The temperature control unit had been lowered to 67. I started yelling to get everyone’s attention, however the tunes had been completely cranked up when the air conditioner equipment was turned down. Even over the noise, I managed to hear somebody pounding on the door. My landlord was standing there with a scowl as he told myself and others that I had to be out the very next day. He looked at the temperature control unit plus told myself and others to turn the A/C equipment back up plus I could pay him for the lockbox on my way out the door. I had to reach out to my parents plus tell them I wasn’t ready to live by myself just yet.