When I moved out of my parents’ residence, I moved into this extremely small apartment building.
I truly couldn’t wait to get into the locale and tell my friends that I wished to have a celebration.
I invited all of my closest friends and told them to invite a few others. I thought the locale was too small to have a huge crowd of people. I was alarmed when a massive crowd of people showed up. I ended up with at least fifty people in my small apartment, and it was getting much too hot. I went in search of the temperature control unit, only to find that the proprietor had basically placed a lockbox over it. There was no way I could turn the air conditioning machine lower. I tried opening windows, but they were totally 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 pulled off the temperature control unit. The air conditioning machine was running on high and it was actually becoming cooler in the locale. The control component had been lowered to 68. I started yelling to get everyone’s attention, but the music had been turned up when the air conditioning machine was turned down. Even over the noise, I still could hear someone pounding on the door. My proprietor stood there with a massive scowl as he told me that I had to be out first thing in the morning. He looked at the control component and told me to turn the A/C machine back up and I could entirely pay him for the lockbox when I was leaving. I had to call my parents and tell them I couldn’t live on my own just yet.