The Fat, Broken Door (Posted by Brian Vu)

The door lock was broken. The door was too big to fit through the door frame. Worse, it was the door to my room. The door have always been broken ever since I could remember. I think it was broken when we bought the house. The door first aggravated me when I was changing my clothes and my sister, being the dummy that she is, didn't knock and walked right into my room. Wow, talk about an awkward moment. This led to a heated argument and my parents got involved. I later stormed into my room and was about to "lock" it when I found out the lock didn't work. And with no lock, my parents can come in and annoy me when for the moment I despised them. The stupid door is also very loud. Especially when I wake up in the middle of the night and I need to use the bathroom. I open the door and I use all of my energy to open the it, which also creates a loud screeching noise. (A big door, a little frame= no good.) I finally decided to ask my dad to fix it. He says " You want me to fix a door? You want too much!" I don't ask for much, and that made me feel mad. I work hard at school, so I believe I deserve a working door. Anyhow, I need my privacy. My plan was to bother my dad until he finally fell to my desire. I bothered him when he got home from work, I called him while he was working, and I annoyed him while he was showering. Oooo. He finally got annoyed of my pestisism and fixed my door on Saturday. The door got shaved to fit through the frame, and the lock was replced. Now, my door pwns. My room no longer feels like going to the bathroom with no lock. I need my privacy you know.