It wasn’t.
The hammer only broke a lock.
My revenge was making sure they never again mistook my patience for permission.
MY MIL AND BIL MOVED IN TO JOB HUNT. ONE DAY, I CAME HOME TO FIND MY FRIDGE LOCKED. SHE SAID, ‘TO EAT, YOU MUST ASK PERMISSION.’ I GRABBED A HAMMER, SMASHED THE PADLOCK, AND SAID, ‘THIS IS MY NOTICE!’
