Burt asked me if he could use my digital camera. "I have to take pictures of some parts for someone" he said.
I didn't hesitate to say "ok", and he was out.
A moment later he walks in.
"I think I broke your camera, I think I can fix it"
Right then, my nearly perfectly relaxing day off turned upside down.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU THINK YOU BROKE IT!"
"I dropped it"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DROPPED IT!?"
"It was just an accident"
"It is carelessness! Having it for several years, I have never dropped it"
"I said I am sorry!"
"No you haven't."
"It was an accident, it wasn't like I did it on purpose!"
"That's why there is that strap.. so you won't drop it.."
"Well, I was switching hands!"
"....."

I just don't have a lot of tolerance for my things getting damaged nowaday, because some of my things already had been damaged/broken/taken... without my knowing...

SO! I was talking about this to my baby E. He got angry... mainly for me. He always do. Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't tell him anything bad because he gets so worked up. Anyway, in the middle of our conversation, I realized it.

"Might as well.... It was a valentine gift from Homer anyway..."

"THERE YOU GO!" he laughed.

Thanks to Burt, I have one less item that has to do with my ex.

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