mr fix it
the go to guy just fixed my door by rubbing it with a pencil.
he’d dropped off some water and when he went to close the door it reopened on him. it does that. only not so much anymore. after realizing I ought to really know the word for pencil (I brought him, in succession, a key, a screwdriver, and a knife) he found one on his own, rubbed it on the door frame and the latch, and voila, perfect door function.
I have issues with china. things like this are what keep me sane.
filed under :: daily life :: annie carr @ 3:40 pm