When I moved out of my parents’ household, I moved into this small apartment building.
I honestly couldn’t wait to get into the apartment & tell my friends that I wanted to have a massive party.
I invited my twelve closest friends & told them to invite just a single other person. I thought the apartment was too small to have too many people. Regrettably, it felt as though they invited a huge amount of people. I ended up with fifty people in my small apartment, & it was getting overheated in no time. I went in search of the thermostat, only to learn that the property owner had placed a lockbox over it. There was no way I could turn the air conditioning to a lower level. I tried opening windows, but they were nailed shut. The next thing I knew, I heard somebody yell, “I did it!”. I walked over to where the voice came from only to see that the lockbox was ripped off the thermostat. The air conditioning device was running on high & it was particularly getting cooler in the apartment. The thermostat had been lowered to 65. I started yelling to get most people’s attention, but the tunes had been cranked up when the air conditioning device was turned down. Even over the noise, I could hear someone pounding on the door. My property owner stood there with a scowl as she told myself and others that I had to be out first thing in the morning. She looked at the thermostat & told myself and others to turn the A/C device back up & I could pay her for the lockbox on my way out the door. I had to call my parents & tell them I wasn’t exactly ready to live on my own.