That line about the fruit flies hovering "like a tiny cloud" got me because I have BEEN the Connor in this story more times than I want to admit. Back in college I left a pot of ramen on the stove so long my roommate started calling it science. She finally stacked my stuff on my bed too, and I acted hurt for like a day before I realized I was just mad at being caught. Nine days is wild though, wet socks and sour milk is a whole other level. You gave him a heads up on day four and he still rolled in like you were the problem. That note was nicer than anything I would have written, trust me.

Wait, you did 30 chains like that and nobody came back before this guy? That is wild. I mean I get spacing out on stuff but 4 months of pushing pins with nothing backing them is next level. The fact that the mushroomed pin was the first real clue is kind of lucky honestly, could've been way worse with a pin letting go mid ride. Also the customer just standing there watching you fix it is my worst nightmare, like having a live audience for your mistake.