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I chuck a stick of gum in my mouth and chew slowly as I survey the room.
Gotta say; who the fuck steals a radiator when their relationship falls apart?
Up-ended bins, damaged furniture, rude words scrawled on the wall… Those at least fall under spur of the moment nastiness and impulsive attempts to cause hurt. But taking the time to remove the radiator from the wall? That is something else.
Weirder still that this is the second job I've been called out on where it has happened. Somewhere out there are two men who both decided to steal their ex-girlfriend's radiators. You know how that meme goes; it’s not a lot, but it’s weird it’s happened twice, right?
I wonder what they’ve done with them…
Perhaps they're on a Discord for two somewhere, bragging about the inconvenience caused?
"Can you give me a quote?" The woman beside me asks with a sigh, no doubt wondering just how much cleaning up after the tatters of her relationship was going to cost her.
"Yeah, no problem," I take the pencil from behind my ear, the notepad from my pocket, adjust my cap, then jot out some estimates.
Radiators.
Who woulda thought?