Living on the ocean, we really do get hammered by wicked storms: it’s not the rain or the snow, it’s the wind. When the wind whips off the ocean, it hits the building like a raging bull elephant and we lose many storm doors: during one brutal storm, we actually lost eight doors and NEVER found them!
Not kidding! Eight storm doors blew off their hinges and went off into oblivion: Maybe they went out to sea, or landed the next block over, we never found out where they landed. Crazy.
In fact, not one tenant mentioned to me that there was any damage on the deck above me. It was mid-morning before I went upstairs to check for storm damages, and I found this door partly ripped off its hinges, swinging wildly, panes of glass on the deck, broken shards strewn across the walkway AND NO ONE TOLD ME? Other tenants went to work, walked their dogs, stepped over the broken glass and didn't think that this might be important?
When I did ask this tenant about the door, who BTW had a mouth for everything else, he merely shrugged and walked away. Aarrghh!
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