I just got off of work serving wings & and making men happy with my customer service talents but now I must fix the ceiling light. I am borrowing this ladder but I have no clue how to use it. It folds, unfolds, clicks, moves, gets stuck but is not doing what I need it to do. My roommate comes in and cant believe what he sees. He definitely knows how to work the ladder but in a very non traditional manner. Next thing I know, rope is tied around my forearms and my ankles and legs holding me in a very vulnerable bent over position. I swear rope is the solution to all things in his world. i can...

I just got off of work serving wings & and making men happy with my customer service talents but now I must fix the ceiling light. I am borrowing this ladder but I have no clue how to use it. It folds, unfolds, clicks, moves, gets stuck but is not doing what I need it to do. My roommate comes in and cant believe what he sees. He definitely knows how to work the ladder but in a very non traditional manner. Next thing I know, rope is tied around my forearms and my ankles and legs holding me in a very vulnerable bent over position. I swear rope is the solution to all things in his world. i can't do anything but bitch and moan that my project isn't going to get fixed like this. He has a solution but only to keep me more secure and quiet, not for my ceiling light. My hair is pulled up and bound to the ceiling holding my head up and a ball gag shoved in my mouth. This doesn't keep me quiet to say the least but it does make my words a bit harder to understand and drips of drool helplessly dropping to the floor. Seems this might be where I am stuck for the night. I just hope he fixes my broken fixture with the "normal" ladder that's been behind me all along.