You gotta thank the unhandy people of Los Angeles for this episode. There we were, minding our own businesses, when a rickety old piece of junk furniture from circa 1955 fell out of a third floor window and landed at our feet. Sure, it was crap. Yeah, it was falling apart. Of course it was lonely and unwanted. Whyever else would we be interested in it?
So a few days worth of TLC (Tender Loving Carpentry) later, and this box of squeaks and creaks became a functional, usable member of somebody's family, firmly holding on to their undergarments in a way that would, for anyone else, be viewed as a little clingy... but for this Dresser, or Bureau, or Chest of Drawers, or Tallboy (or whatever it is), it's just called Doing Your Job. Way to go, BureauDresserDrawerBoy!
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