dark door danger

[roxybisquaint]

I love my house. It's about 80 years old, so despite it's quirks and creaks and extreme lack of closet space, it's got a lot of character. But one thing I've never liked are the doors. Their brass locks and chunky glass knobs are appealing enough, but the doors themselves are stained very dark. And you know those quirks I mentioned? One of them is that the bathroom door won't stay open. It prefers to be about 2/3 closed. We've fiddled with it—made adjustments. Nothing seems to work. The house is crooked and I guess crookedness sometimes wins out.

Anyway, the man's asleep, it's mostly dark in the house and I had to pee. You know where this is going, right?

*SMACK*

Yep. I walked right into the bathroom door.

Comments

[johnnypate.livejournal.com]

So, is this your feeble excuse for failing to comment on "Adam Raised a Cain?"

[roxybisquaint.livejournal.com]

heh. I had been kind of stalling on posting. I think because I had so much to say and I knew it would take a long time to write it all out. But now I have ().

[indiefic.livejournal.com]

*pets*

I can't tell you how many times stuff like that has happened to me.

[the-narration.livejournal.com]

Heh. Well, that's a lot better than my "walked into a door" story from when I was a teenager. I didn't even have darkness as an excuse. I was trying to open a door while staring all starry-eyed at my girlfriend. Turned to look ahead again just in time to hit myself in the nose with it. Very embarassing.

(I've long practice at finding my way around in the dark, as you might guess. I make sure to know the layout of my apartment really well and to move carefully while feeling ahead, and I've managed to never run into anything in the dark when getting up in the middle of the night. But then I'll stub my toe in broad fucking daylight on the edge of the bed. *sigh*)

And, of course, you can never tell anybody who asks how you got a bruise that you walked into a door, because they'll think it's a euphemism.

[miniglik.livejournal.com]

Ouch.

I could so do that.