My doctor’s office is being rehabbed, and I had an appointment for the last set of X-Rays on my foot this morning. They set up the appointment and left me in the room with the door shut until the X-Ray tech came to get me. At which point they realize that the door knob has been installed incorrectly and they are unable to get me out.

Spent half an hour trading tools through the ceiling tiles and disassembling the doorknob while the PR folks for the practice had a panic attack. It was all rather funny to me after this weekend (post coming...eventually) but they gave me a gift card and were very thankful that I didn’t get mad.

(Baby ducks because they're cute)