All a matter of perspective, I guess.

Courtesy of ubermass, who lacks the post count to attach his images:

*edit* And then he figures it out.

No. Don't perform daily detailed inspections where you live. Don't perform daily detailed inspections when you rent out. Just accept that sometimes, things will go wrong and cost you money.

Next time make sure the latch is in the Unlocked position before closing the door behind you.

Something goes wrong on my house, I pay for it.

Something goes wrong on someone else's house, they pay for it.

Someone smashes up my house - they pay for it, one way or another....

Yeah, good luck with that. Enjoy trying to get your landlord to fork over the $ for it.

My bet is that it's coming out of your damage deposit.

Someone damages my house, deliberately or accidentally, they pay for it.

QFT.

Even if your faulty hardware is to blame for causing the situation? I disagree. Once I was aware of the problem, it was too late, and I had to deal with a situation that was not of my choosing.

Anyone who expects me to pay up better have a better alternative than spending the night outside or leaping off the fucking balcony.

Seems to me it would've been far less hassle to just leave the door open a crack...

And how impatient with the situation were you? What did you try before the unfortunate jimmying of the door that broke the glass? Cuz the way you present yourself here, I have a picture of you trying the door, finding it locked, screaming "FUCK!!!" and breaking the glass.

Well yeah, in hindsight that's a great idea. But I've lived there for a couple years now, and never gave me so much as a hint that this could happen.

I was out there a good 20 minutes lifting and shoving and trying everything I could to get in without damaging it. So not only was I a half-naked dude stuck on his balcony, I was a sweaty, half-naked dude.

Naw, I'm telling you. I tried every conceivable way of finessing that thing open. The problem is, they're kind of designed to prevent exactly what I was trying to do.

Even when I finally accepted more drastic measures, it wasn't bashy violence that broke the window. It was the slowly, steadily applied leverage of me working that spatula in between the glass and the frame that caused one of the panes to crack and shatter.

Obviously your spatula has not been honed to reduce friction.

That spatula is badass. I should post a picture. It's got two serrated edges (had to be careful not to lop off a fucking thumb while I was using it as a burglary tool), plus a bottle opener (now destroyed) on the end of the handle.

Was badass, I guess. Last night may have been it's final battle. I can't say for sure, because I haven't gone back out there, what with the showers of broken glass still falling.

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/life?s=t

What an adorable little pedant you are.

He was smoking.

"It's not my fault, somebody did this to me, I took no steps to prevent their taking advantage!"

So basically, rather than take responsibility for his own choices, Albert wants to raise the rent on everybody else to pay for his own mistake.

I so wish this was in the Red Room.

dude, you locked yourself out. It happens to a thousand people a day, I'm sure.

the window busted while you were trying to be MacGyver. Suck it up, don't be a dancing douche about your choices and go get a replacement at Habitat for Humanity's nearest re-store for $100.

What I don't understand is why would you break the glass instead of sliding the door open?

I would venture to guess, and this only a guess and perhaps an idea that may not be actually valid, but yelling out "Help! I'm locked out!!" may get someone's attention. Just a guess though.

Omaha has one, Lincoln is still working on it.

No, that would imply that I locked the door before walking through it. I did not lock shit.

I reported this to the office first thing in the morning. It may already be fixed. They don't want me sourcing my own parts or attempting my own repairs.

All the cussing, thumping, and prying attracted zero attention. These neighbors are accustomed to noisy mayhem. It wasn't until there was a sound of broken glass that someone even walked around the corner to say 'hi'. This was around 9pm. Nice and dark, and of course I'd seen no need to turn on my porch light, so it's likely nobody could see me up there.

So if you waited a few more seconds that person could have helped?

But isn't that how you wound up with a broken glass door, trying to fix it yourself?

.

I had no way of knowing that. It had been a long time already.

No. I wasn't trying to fix anything. I was trying to get the fuck back into my apartment.

Some people can't handle the Red Room.

Nobody is stopping you from starting some juvenile, poo-flinging troll thread in the red room, if that's what you really want. Just don't expect me to dignify it with my participation.

Whatever... dance if you feel entitled to.

Here, you'd be liable for the damages. Just because you're inconvenienced doesn't give you cause to break shit, ever. If you do, you pay for it or at least come to an agreement with the owner.

Too bad you reported it. I know from being a building manager that landlords, more than any group, have a grapevine. If they don't want to let it slide and bill you, I'd suggest not putting up a stink.

Nonsense.

If you'd taken off your shirt people would've seen the white glow and wandered outside to see what was causing it.