God is clearly preparing you for your mave back to Alaska when the large pile of excrement hits the air excitement device.
And how can that mechanic possibly know how to fix washers and dryers if he doesn’t even know how to open a flipping door?
Actually, it was a maintenance man for the property, and he could have opened the door if he had wanted. He is close to retirement and has nothing to lose by being rude to tenants. I told one of his counterparts about it, when he came in, and he said there was no excuse for that and is going to tell the supervisor.
I loved what I remember of Alaska, but I was five when we came back to the States, and as an ol’ mama-geezer, the prospect of moving back to the cold places I’ve lived is not a pleasant.