So I was going to blog about a classic story, but I'll save it for next week. I just gave myself some damn good material. My class ended about an hour ago and as soon as I got upstairs to my apartment, I decided to open a second window because my apartment was roasting. Our apartment is really cute, but in a really old building that I think was built in 1919. Anyway, I open the fist window and then try to open the second storm window thing. The whole thing falls out...screen, glass, frame...I mean the whole thing. Somehow I managed to catch it with one hand. Then it took me another couple of minutes to swing it back aroud to rest it on the window sill. This thing was heavy. I stood there for 15 mins just holding onto my window. Knowing that none of my roomates were supposed to be home for several hours, I decided to try and get my phone. After a few contortionist moves I managed to grab my purse with my foot and get my cell phone, all while not killing any pedestrians on the sidewalk two stories below. I called Chey, a guy I've gone on a few dates with, and he came over to help me. He ended up busting the screen out of the other window and hanging outside of my apartment. I was really scared that he was going to splat onto the sidewalk. He didn't and he fixed the window too. Major brownie points. And unlike my roommate who came home unexpectedly just before Chey got there, he didn't really laugh at me too much. My roommate thought it was hysterical and took pictures. (I'll post one when she puts them on facebook, which I know she will.) Maybe he's a keeper.