I was making lunch when I realize that my brother didn’t even bother to go downstairs and eat his breakfast. He’s not actually the type to skip breakfast because he gets pretty hungry easily. So I went up and check on him and see if he was sick or something. I heard a growl and a bumping sound in his room so I opened it right away. I saw my brother face palming in front of his guitar.
I asked if he’s okay, he said he was having problems installing his guitar endpin jack. He added that he’s been doing it for three hours but still could not do it right. I try to convince him to stop what he’s doing for a while and eat something to give his brains some good idea and patience. He never protested and went downstairs to eat because he needed a break to cool off.