While leaving the house to retrieve a paper from an out-of-town neighbor’s stoop, the doorknob came off in my hand. I instantly had visions of me banging on the front door begging any passersby to liberate me from my own house as though a rabid dog was cooped up in it with me, followed by visions of me creeping through the porch window like a felon.
Ah, old houses.
there’s probably a little pin that goes through the knob, if it’s anything like our bedroom door knob that fell off and hit my toe this week. Just a little pin and it’s fixed, but do you think I can find one of those things around here. So, did you get back inside?
It’s exactly like the knobs on the doors at home. I found the screw that popped out, and popped it back in. I didn’t fool with it until I got home from class–I figured if worse came to worse, I could scramble over the fence and come through the back door.