Because last night, as a friend and I were trying to leave the apartment to go have a drink (coffee, because we're weenies) at Friday's, and the door wouldn't open. From the inside. You understand, this means that we are TRAPPED in our apartment. We had some inkling that this was going to be an issue, because all weekend long, the door would stop working for a time. But usually, it stopped working from the outside. And only when one of us was in the apartment. So I would go let S in, or he would come let me in. But this time, the door just stopped working. Completely. No amount of jiggling would produce results, so from nine o'clock last night, the sliding doors became our only doors. Oh yeah, and you can't lock those from the outside.
S dashed off a call to emergency handy-people, and they came this morning at 8-ish. They came to the front door, knocked, and seemed off-put when I yelled through the door "Uh, it won't open." Even though I'm sure S was very explicit when he described the problem, because we had already called maintenence out on Saturday, and they did not solve the problem. Obviously. After a good half hour of work, the handymen told me they were done; the door was fixed. And it is. It's fixed. But all morning I had nightmares of being told the problem wasn't fixable until tomorrow. And I did NOT want to sit in my apartment all day. I had things to do. So thank goodness someone is handier than S and I. (Although, I felt really relieved when it took 2 handymen a half hour to fix the damn door. At least we're not totally useless.)
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