I called a repairman yesterday and was lucky to have him come, even though it made his day long. He couldn’t get the door open and he said, “This is a really old one.” I told him I was old as well. Someone was supposed to try this morning but they didn’t show, so it was time to tell the chunky from the creamy.
I got the door open with a state of the art tool I will not mention because it would reveal why someone’s shirt is wrinkled up on the floor of the closet.
I guess if I knew the repairman were actually coming, I could bake him a cake.