Sqeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek.
Like a good 15 to 20 seconds of it.
Its as if a door could fart, and it is now 20 mins after a chili eating contest that this door had won!
The red arrow points to the unintended offender; the door with newly dry hinges, and a slow closing pneumatic arm... it just drags out the high pitched squeak.
Any guesses who the Cubicle wall in the foreground belongs to?
That's correct! It belongs to Mr. sensitive ears.
He has not arrived yet this am but everyone in the vicinity has a hurt abdomen from laughing already. Everyone is just picturing his irritation every time someone travels in or out; its a variation on the old game of Russian Roulette. Unfortunately, some unlucky victim is gonna walk square into "Why didn't you close the door!? Who let's it just close on its own?! Can't you hear that!?"
Oh the comedy...
Pair that with the four air-raid ringer time bombs and the pre-arranged afternoon snort -fest.
We may actually see him snap.
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