I have a ghost.
Seriously, I'm not sure if it's a mean ghost or a clumsy ghost, but my apartment is surely haunted. Last night, at approximately six pm, a full bottle of wine careened off the top of my fridge and slammed down against the back door and tile floor of my kitchen.
I wasn't even standing close to the fridge. I was on the other side of the kitchen.
Seriously, I'm not sure if it's a mean ghost or a clumsy ghost, but my apartment is surely haunted. Last night, at approximately six pm, a full bottle of wine careened off the top of my fridge and slammed down against the back door and tile floor of my kitchen.
I wasn't even standing close to the fridge. I was on the other side of the kitchen.
According to Purdue, the frequency-something of the fridge coming on might have transferred something-energy to the bottle of Redhead and sent it on its fateful flight. I'm not sure I believe Purdue, but considering he's one of those mechanical engineer people, I might just have to.
I think it was a ghost. Either way, it was a mess to clean up. Red. Wine. Tile. Floor. Wooden. Door. Mess. I used Lysol and the kitchen still smells slightly of fermented grapes.
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