A lady-friend shared the following story with me. Like me, she is single and (I speculate) she is lonely. (I am lonely.) We two are “people persons” and isolation takes a toll on us. For this “storyteller” (blogger), I think she exaggerated (a tiny bit) to put a smile on my face.
Read this with a smile.
A number of months ago I noticed that one of my nightstand drawers wouldn’t close. It stuck out about 5-6 inches. I noticed it from time to time. It bothered me on occasion. But I didn’t do anything about it.
One day the drawer sticking out bothered me enough that I pulled the drawer out to see what it was. It looked like the track had come loose. I put the drawer at the foot of my bed. It sat there for a really long time. Not as long as it had been sticking out, but still long enough that I don’t know how long it was there.
One day the drawer sitting at the foot of my bed bothered me enough that I took it to the kitchen, where I could see what I needed to do to put the track back on. It sat there for a really long time. Not as long as it had been on the foot of my bed, but it sat there.
One day the drawer sitting on my counter bothered me enough that I took a closer look at the track. It had lost one screw and was hanging on by only a single screw. I needed to go and buy a couple of screws to fix it. I put it on the kitchen floor, where it sat for a really long time.
I left on vacation for 3 weeks. When I got home the drawer was still sitting on the kitchen floor. It was now in the corner where I wouldn’t trip over it. My poor pet sitter must have found it to be a trip hazard.
One day the drawer sitting on kitchen floor bothered me enough that I took the screw that was holding the track on the bottom off so I could buy the right size screw. I put the drawer back on the kitchen floor. It sat there for a few more days (OK, it might have been a few more weeks).
One day the drawer sitting on my kitchen floor bothered me enough that I took that little screw to the hardware store and I bought 2 new screws. It was still sitting there when I left for vacation.
I took those 2 little screws on a 51-night cruise. After driving 1500 miles to reach the port, those little screws left the Port of Los Angeles and visited numerous ports in Mexico as well Guatemala, Costa Rica, a trip through the Panama Canal, Columbia, Miami, the Caribbean ports of Aruba, Bonaire, Curaçao and a day through the Panana Mall again, Miami again, and back to Los Angles. Another 1500 mile road trip and after over 8 weeks traveling, those little screws came home.
One day the drawer sitting on my kitchen floor bothered me enough that I put the drawer back up on the counter so I could put the track back on. I put the screws on the counter. Several days later I finally retrieved the proper screwdriver and put it on the kitchen counter.
One day the drawer, two small screws and the screwdriver, sitting on my counter bothered me enough that I attached the track to the drawer and the drawer sat on my counter for a couple of days.
A couple of days passed and that drawer sitting on my kitchen counter bothered me enough I finally took that drawer to the bedroom to put it back in the nightstand. It wouldn’t go in. What? I looked at. I felt to see if the screw was not flush but felt nothing. Examined the track on the dresser. Nothing. I found no reason why it wouldn’t shut. I pulled the drawer out and took it to the kitchen counter. Frustration was a motivator. I took the 2 new screws out. Scratched my head and decided to try something to see why the drawer wouldn’t close. I decided to try the hot glue gun. I glued the track to the drawer, and the drawer sat on the counter for a couple of days.
One day the drawer sticking out of my dresser bothered me enough that had to investigate further. I took the drawer from the other nightstand and put it on the bed, then I put the problem drawer into the nightstand. Well, it went in. I left the drawer in place. The other drawer still sitting on the bed.
A few hours later the nightstand drawer that was on the bed bothered me enough that I took the problem drawer out and put the drawer that was on the bed and put it back in its nightstand.
An hour later that damn nightstand drawer bothered me enough that I had to examine under the dresser again. I felt the tracks. I felt all around. I can’t feel anything. I left the bedroom and had a cup of coffee while social distancing on FB. I had to figure this out. I went back and investigated again. Finally, I felt the tiniest little sharpness along one track. Had I really felt that? I hadn’t felt it before. I checked it again. Yep. there is a tiny little sharp edge. I returned to my chair and to Facebook.
About an hour later I had to use the bathroom. Seeing that drawer sitting on my bed bothered me enough that I had to figure this out. I went and found a flashlight. Thankfully I knew where one was. If I had to search for it, that damn drawer might have been sitting there for weeks. Flashlight in hand, I looked under the nightstand. I found that little sharp edge. The screw that attaches the mounting bracket for the drawer track is sticking out, just the tiniest bit. I retrieved a screwdriver from the junk drawer. Thankfully I didn’t have to go searching for the right screwdriver. Back on the floor with flashlight and screwdriver in hand, I turned that damn little screw the tiniest little bit. That’s it. It wouldn’t go any further. I put the drawer back in. It closed. I am so elated that I actually put the contents from the drawer back in the drawer. I should have dusted them off They have been on top of the nightstand for so many months I can’t remember.
Today was the most productive day I have had in years.