Story Submitted by Tyler:
In college, Beatrice offered to cook me dinner in her dorm room — soup, salad, and braised chicken.
I was very grateful, and we arranged a date and time. That day, however, I was held up on a class project and called to let her know that I'd be a little late. She assured me that it wouldn't be a problem.
When I made it, she gave me a big hug and said that she had to reheat the soup in her microwave. She put it in and we started on the salad.
Her microwave buzzed and there was a loud bang. I saw – too late – that she had put the soup in a metal bowl. I had just about enough time to say, "You used a metal–" before there was a sound like a huge clap, a few thumps, and a final electric-sounding sigh. I yanked Beatrice with me under the table, but by that point, the microwave was fried and something behind it had caught fire.
She ran for a cup of water while I looked for a fire extinguisher. I found one in the hallway, ran it back to her room, and sprayed it all over the scene of the incident, including on a pile of her clothes that were nearby, as I didn't want them to catch fire.
Several dorm residents came to see the fallout, and I called the college's maintenance hotline. Beatrice blamed me for "ruining her clothes," and told me that by calling the maintenance line, I had, "forced her to pay for the damage." She also insisted that I help her cover the damage, because if I hadn't been late, she wouldn't have had to reheat the soup.
I stayed with her until maintenance arrived, and then I thought it best that I leave. I did not pay a dime, and she never invited me over for dinner again.
3/02/2011
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Yeah, I'm with the date on this one OP. You don't call the authorities unless someone will die without them.
ReplyDeleteNot saying metal + microwave = smart.
I'm not sure where you went to college, but maintenance hardly counts as "authorities."
ReplyDeleteRight, cause no one that came to investigate would have called either? Get a grip, the OP did the right thing.
ReplyDeleteOmg that girl is nuts. She was clearly just angry over her own stupidity by trying to make him pay for doing the right thing.
ReplyDeleteI feel like you shouldn't have sprayed her clothes..
ReplyDeleteIn the event of a fire, spray whatever the fuck is remotely close to said fire. Clothes are replaceable and completely unimportant in a situation where people could've been seriously hurt.
ReplyDeleteI love it when stupid hurts or costs money.
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