So, I fully moved into the apartments that are on campus, and it was going alright. The flatmates were half bad, half good, that is, there were four of us, and I only liked one of the guys.
I learned last year that it's not good for me to be bored on a day I have no classes (I turned all the microwave ovens upside down in the freshman dorms one day, and another I built a suit out of stolen parking cones and proceeded to pretend to be a repair man and loosen all the doorknobs I could get at).
Obviously this is only enhanced when I have power-tools at hand. A Dremel. 35 thousand RPM in the palm of your hand.
My plan was to simply reverse the direction that the fridge door opens. I mean, simplicity in itself, just undo the bolts, put them in on the other side and we're good to go.
Well no. No go.
I had to pull the whole thing away from the wall, empty it, flip it on it's side, and use every tool I had, from pliers to wrenches to undo ONE bolt.
It won't come, so I took a leaf from a friends book when he was making dead hard drive into speakers and didn't have the right screwdriver to open it up. He took his Dremel and cut a slot into it and opened it up.
Two hours later, and only one flatmate seeing me in action I had succeeded! The one guy I liked had no clue I had done anything, he's not so observant. And the last started asking questions. "Hey... Wasn't this the other way earlier today...?"
"Huh? No man, you must be losing it."
"What? No, I'm sure that the door went the other way."
The good flatmate catches on and plays it up, "Actually, I'm sure it's been like that from the start..."
Mind you, the annoying flatmate has been living in the apartment longest, his fourth year in the place and he still says, "Well, if you guys say so..." Then under his breath, "I was sure... Oh well."
I've moved out since then, and he still believes us completely.
