Let’s see. This is Wednesday.
My doorknob was broken Monday afternoon and reported Monday night. I was told at the time that they’d fix it “tomorrow.”
I was told this morning that they’d fix it “today.”
So not only does Jesse Ventura work as a maintenance man for my landlord, but Bill Clinton is working the front desk.
Great. Anyone want to start a pool to see when this doorknob actually gets fixed? I’ve got next Tuesday. I’m hoping for something before that, because in testing to see whether or not it was fixed after arriving home tonight, I somehow managed to lock myself in my apartment. I can’t open the door, because it’s locked, and the plunger is stuck in.
On a somewhat related note, this is getting so ridiculous that I had to give it its own category.
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