My room has this squeaky door. It has a squeak for each different action a door must take. Ok...so a door really doesn't have many actions, but for each turn on a hinge there is a different whisical noice it sings to us.
Now this isn't just a door...It happens to be our bathroom door. So every day as one visits the procelain god ( I thinking of it in a manly way...), I can tell just how far they opened the door, if they shut the door, and I know just how long they were in that sacred room! This works significantly well when the opposite sex is visiting.
Who would have ever thought that a door could be such a good little tattle-tale, and so reliable!
Today, this door still squeaks. The roommate and I have now deemed that the squeak from our door is no longer an annoyance, but a useful tool for our everyday lives.
RUN AWAY WD-40!
We love our squeaky door!
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