Here's a little problem that I encountered last summer. On a scorching August day, I pulled on the little cord hanging from our ceiling fan to start the blades rotating. I am expecting a gush of cool air to greet my sweating face. Instead, I received a rush of pain as a fan blade "happened" to dislodge from the unit and crash onto my head. You could barely hear my cursing over the loud fan's engine wobble.
The scamper of three sets of junior sized feet echoed up the stairwell as they raced to see what made Mom say such awful words. Their eyes were as big as saucers when they happened upon the scene and I looked directly into each pair. I was hoping to peer into their souls and see who was to blame. There they stood lined up and the first words out were, "We didn't do it!"
After an intense line of questioning, I had gotten nowhere. I moved onto the next suspect- my hubby. He swore he didn't know anything about it- he proclaimed his innocence.
"It must have been all the dust on the blades that made it break," he reasoned as he examined the break in the metal.
Yeah right! I may not have been the best housekeeper, but a layer of dust is not going to cause a fan blade to break in half. I have never learned the truth and it has become our family's own "who dunnit?" mystery. But on the bright side, I did get a new fan out of the deal. It sure beats the old wicker blades from the 80's.
Maybe I was the one who did it in? Only time will tell. . .