meat grinder anyone?

Apparently our basement is not only full of crap, but full of hidden dangers as well. To the untrained eye, the note which has been taped to the door of one of our many side storage closets, is obvious and stupid. But to the trained eye, this note is very amusingly stupid. see, our walls were finished with a lovely faux- wood, and the doors to the storage rooms are simply cut out of the wood, which makes them blend in with the walls, whether the doors themselves are closed or open. this note that alerts passers by that the door is indeed open appeared after my father ventured into the basement one evening for a night of gay frivolity and slipper stashing. nothing was ever said to explain the note, but i can only imagine that my dad wasn't paying careful attention and walked into the door that was standing open, and not wanting this to happen again, thought it would be genius to put up a note for himself. its kind of like when people walk into glass sliding doors, but in this case not so much glass, but wood. i would have totally paid money to see that. oh, and rusty meat grinder anyone? because you can never tell when one of those will come in handy. you know, when you have that craving for a delicious hamburger with creamy tetnus sauce and tomato? i gotcha covered homey. word-em-up. so, it will never be used, but we need to save it, because, um, you can never have too many meat grinders. isn't that how the saying goes?