I found a squeaky door so I got the oil and fixed it… Then did every door I could before my wife caught me.
Am I alone here? It’s so satisfying to just glide open!
Edit: She followed up with: “you’re enjoying yourself too much”
Damn straight I am. It’s the little things you have to enjoy!
Making something not squeak when it’s squeaky is one of life’s little pleasures. It’s “broke” and has an easy fix. Garage doors, closet doors, drawers, gates, etc. I even tried it on my wife when she was making too much noise but it honestly just made the problem worse.
BONK!