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!
Most of the time it’s a good thing. I’ve freed up a few doors in my time and discovered that I should have left them alone, as they weren’t making noise, and now having less friction they tended to drift into a less desirable spot where before they would stay put. Sometimes friction is your friend.
My front door squeaks but I haven’t oiled it because it’s nice to hear it from the back of the house.