Brian Krashpad
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Today is not that day.
So we've been having trouble with the pocket door to the master bath at Casa Krashpad. It kept getting hung up on the runner guides and not opening. So I'd taken to leaving it just an inch open or so, rather than closing it all the way, because it only hung up if closed all the way.
Apparently my daughter didn't know that.
So last night, while I'm at a side band practice at church, she goes in there, closes the door, and can't get out. So instead of her brother calling my cell and asking me to come home and see if I can help, my kids call their mom, who is at work teaching, who they KNOW can't come home until several hours later.
I was a mere 20 minutes away. So, does Mrs. Krashpad say "Call your dad and have him come home?"
Nope. That'd make waaaaaay too much sense. Instead she tells them to do whatever they have to do to get my daughter out.
So, I come home, and they have taken a MOTHERF*CKING HAMMER to the door. Absolutely destroyed it. It was still hanging by the rails, but in pieces.
I managed to get most of what was still hanging there, and all the bits and pieces on the floor, cleaned up before Mrs. K got home. But I'm not happy about this. Not one f*cking bit.
So we've been having trouble with the pocket door to the master bath at Casa Krashpad. It kept getting hung up on the runner guides and not opening. So I'd taken to leaving it just an inch open or so, rather than closing it all the way, because it only hung up if closed all the way.
Apparently my daughter didn't know that.
So last night, while I'm at a side band practice at church, she goes in there, closes the door, and can't get out. So instead of her brother calling my cell and asking me to come home and see if I can help, my kids call their mom, who is at work teaching, who they KNOW can't come home until several hours later.
I was a mere 20 minutes away. So, does Mrs. Krashpad say "Call your dad and have him come home?"
Nope. That'd make waaaaaay too much sense. Instead she tells them to do whatever they have to do to get my daughter out.
So, I come home, and they have taken a MOTHERF*CKING HAMMER to the door. Absolutely destroyed it. It was still hanging by the rails, but in pieces.
I managed to get most of what was still hanging there, and all the bits and pieces on the floor, cleaned up before Mrs. K got home. But I'm not happy about this. Not one f*cking bit.