After a sleepless night and checking the clock for the tenth time in an hour I finally gave up and hauled myself out of bed. It was 5:00 a.m. In my worst imitation of a cat burgler I tripped over the dog in the dark and then stumbled into a display board of tile on loan from a local store, sending it crashing to the floor. The noise was loud enough to wake the dead and my tender feet are now full of tile shards.
Do you think they will charge me for shattering their tile board?
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