I hate my garage door. And the garage door opener. The opener is 26 years old; I had it installed (unfortunately not by a professional) when I bought the house. I haven’t the vaguest idea how old the door itself is. Of all the things that I’ve had to mess with over the decades, this is my nemesis. I’ve spent more time putting in my screws, new washers, re-adjusting the various sensors and fixing the lightbulb than I care to think about. And now it’s broken again, although it’s broken in a way I’ve never seen before. So, one more trip to the hardware store!
Do you have a household nemesis?