Keep the Mirror a Secret

While my parents were away on a business trip, I decided to have a little house party with some of my college friends. I initially invited around 20 people, but each of those 20 people brought friends, who also brought friends, and then I had over 100 people in my home. The party got pretty wild, but luckily no one called the police. While cleaning up after the party, I noticed that a mirror in one of the bathrooms was broken. I panicked, and started looking for a mirror installer in Brooklyn. If my parents saw that broken mirror, they would kill me.

I had three days until my parents came back, which was enough time under normal conditions to get a new mirror installed, but there was just one problem. I was a little short on cash, so I had to find an installer that would fit into my budget. I was really getting worried when all of the installers that I found charged way more than I was able to pay. I thought I was doomed, but I was able to find one company that had a price within my range, and I had them install a mirror in the bathroom.

My parents came back and took a look at the house to see if anything was wrong. They searched every inch of the house, but couldn’t find anything wrong. I thought I was in the clear, but there was one detail I forgot. There was a receipt for the bill from the installation, and I left it on the counter in the kitchen. While my parents were making a snack, they noticed the receipt and started reading it. My parents confronted me about the receipt and that’s when I told them the whole story about the broken mirror and the party.

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