Always on Friday

While I had hoped to leave before four today, a phone call that I received around 3 PM stopped that from happening.  It turned out that my mother had a little bit of a mishap at her house, and I needed to deal with it right away.

The story she told me started with her having issues opening a pickle jar.  While you would think a story involving pickles would be pretty mundane, unfortunately hers was not.  You see, she was having issues getting the jar open, and she had the bright idea of tapping the lid on the jar against the counter.

Unfortunately, she missed altogether.

Instead of tapping the lid on the counter, she threw the jar through her kitchen window.  I couldn’t quite believe it, but after she sent a picture of the mishap on her phone, I knew that she was telling the truth.

Why do these types of things always happen on a Friday?

After I composed myself, I made a phone call to arrange some replacement windows Burbank.  Thankfully I was able to get someone to come out on short notice, and they were willing to fit in her window repair before the end of the day.

I was relieved.

She is going to call me when they are done replacing her window.  Hopefully she learns from what happened today.