In the two and a half years I've lived here in Arlington, the kitchen cabinet drawers have caused me much pain. They catch, they randomly fail to catch the runner, they won't open, etc. I have occasionally feared for my life on account of those drawers. The property manager has been AWESOME at fixing everything else we've asked in the house, but they've only added a Band-Aid-worthy dressing to our broken drawers. Saturday afternoon I pulled on the drawer, only to have the whole wooden front come off. Naturally the property manager was obliging and sent over a fix-it man today. "We are FINALLY getting a new drawer!" I secretly rejoiced. Not so.
I arrived home to my cabinet drawer front, drawer-less, and nailed shut. The broken drawer, full of Ziploc baggies and aluminum foil, is still sitting on the kitchen table. Ummmm thanks? I was laughing so hard telling the property manager about it, she had to have me repeat it. Twice. So she is sending someone different tomorrow. I hope.
p.s. Bonus points if you say "drawer" ten times fast. Weird word.