The other day when we were helping our grandma clean out the basement at her house, my brother ended up dropping an electric space heater on his foot.
He was so mad about it, too.
even if it wasn’t really anybody’s fault, he was still super upset. I mean, I know that it hurt when he dropped the space heater on his foot, but it wasn’t really anybody’s fault at all. It was just an accident. We were working on cleaning out my grandma’s basement because she was trying to find something that she was looking for. It was buried somewhere in the basement, and she needed to get all the junk from down there cleaned out anyway. My brother and I volunteered to help her out, and we found all kinds of interesting stuff down there along the way. However, she had a couple of old space heaters stored down in the corner that probably had not seen the light of day in two decades. We pulled them out and dragged them up the stairs, and then once we got upstairs, my brother ended up dropping one of them right on the middle of his foot. He was hopping around and screaming like he was in a cartoon, and it was just funny to me so I started laughing. That’s when he got really mad. I can’t say that I blame him for getting mad at me, but I really want him to admit that it was a funny sight to see. I think he’s going to throw both of the space heaters in the trash as revenge.