"Mikey, would you mind hanging up the sale sign?" Renet had asked.
No. I should have said no. Why did I say yes?
"Sure thing, Renet," I had replied, walking back to the storage closet to grab the old rickety ladder.
How did I not notice the rust covering that ladder? How did I not realize that it would easily snap under my weight?
I had opened the ladder and positioned it under where the sign was going to go before climbing it, red sign in hand.
The ladder held long enough for me to hook half of it.
I should have moved the ladder, but I leaned instead.
Just a bit further and-
SNAP!
The ladder broke and I plummeted straight into the glass showcase below.
Glass sprayed everywhere.
Why did I lean so far? I knew the ladder would have broken!
"SOMEBODY HELP! THERE'S BEEN AN ACCIDENT!"
Accident? This wasn't an accident! The company should have replaced that ladder a century and a half ago! Why wasn't there some kind of policy about two people doing a job like this?
Why me?