Looks like I cannot put a door on the small cabinet next to the stove for various reasons, which is fine. I had to come home early yesterday because I forgot to unlock the gate and my kitchen guy couldn't leave through the front door since he didn't have a key to lock up behind him. I was beyond annoyed about it . . . so was he. So, when I saw the little cabinet I said my inside conversation outside:
Me: Um...what am I suppose to do with that? I can't put wine in there since it's right next to the stove.
Kitchen guy: Put mail in there?
Me: No.
Kitchen guy: Some people put little figurines in there?
Me: Do I look like the type of person who collects figurines and displays them in tiny cabinets?
Kitchen guy: No. No you don't.
Me: I'll figure it out.
So, yeah, a little testy. I also hope he didn't go home and dust his shelf of tiny figurines cursing my name.