What an asshole.

The things that happen when you put the brain of a twelve year old in the body of an college student are amazing. While I was in Vernon, the always brilliant Dan decided it was a great idea to play a good ole fashioned game of "hit the jellybean with a baseball bat in the kitchen." This quickly transitioned into a game of "figure out how to reattach the handle to the freezer." The chosen solution was apparently epoxy. Epoxy. Not contact cement, or something that will actually attach a piece of plastic to brushed fucking stainless steel, but epoxy. I realize we aren't dealing with a bunch of mechanical engineers here, but anybody that works at Home Depot (45 seconds down the road) can point at several compounds more suitable to the task, if you can swallow your fucking pride long enough to ask someone for help.

So I go to get some milk and when I open the fridge the handle falls off the freezer. After briefly wondering if I had just accidentally activated the pscycho-kinesis that has always lain dormant within me, I realized the handle had been broken and the stainless steel door had been dented. This was the first I had heard of any problems with the handle, and a couple housemates gave me part of the story. I got the rest later but what I had at that time was enough for me to go on so I left the handle on the windowsill outside his room.

Fast forward a few hours to AJ and I talking downstairs in the kitchen. Dan storms down, waves the handle around, yells at me for a while, calls me childish, and throws the handle at me. It missed by enough for him to claim he missed on purpose, but not by enough for me to believe it. I found it ironic that he could call someone childish while throwing broken parts of a refridgerator at them.

I have half a mind to make a big stink of it but to be honest it's not really worth it. I don't feel like the rest of my housemates thinking I'm overreacting, and I also don't feel like going to class and coming back to a refrigerator handle through my monitor. You would think that's the kind of thing you don't have to worry about in modern society, but I would counter that such expectations only hold when you are talking about people who can actually function in modern society.