Yesterday morning at 4:36am I had a flash back to the 2nd grade. I felt as if I was Chicken Little running around yelling "The sky is falling, the sky is falling!". You see I was awoken by a very loud bang and my apartment shaking. I live on the top story and there is a garage below me, I am the end unit. Well...the first thing I thought was "Oh crap my apartment is caving in". Then once I realized that it was no longer moving, I jumped out of bed, grabbed my glasses, and turned on a light.
I looked out the window to see a garbage truck, yes my friends, a garbage truck. So, I told myself that I must have been dreaming and my apartment really wasn't shaking and all I heard was a dumb garbage truck. Well, I went back to bad.
Fast forward a few hours...I went out the gate on the side of my house to go to my truck and I couldn't open it...there was something blocking the way. I was able to push a little to allow me to stick my head through. The brick wall that separates the walkway along my house and where the garbage dumpsters was collapsed. In deed the garbage truck went through the brick wall throwing it onto my apartment causing it to shake! PTL! I am not crazy after all. I called my property manager and reported what happened but I guess they move slow cause the massive pile of bricks it still there tonight.
So, I guess the sky really wasn't falling after all.
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