This morning as I was leaving for work, exiting through a dimly lit garage, my roommate mentioned she would go to Home Depot to get new light bulbs for the garage. We have all been on the verge of seizures because of the flickering lights. As the door began to squeek closed, she reopened it, opened the pantry door right next to it and then the bathroom door all of which have their own pitch or octave of creaks. She began to "play the doors" as they each squeeked their own tune! After a short concert and a fit of giggles she said, "And I will pick up some WD-40."