Sometimes I think the rats pay off the contractors, something like, "Hey, here's some cash to make sure the doors you install have plenty of gap room underneath. We just need an inch. Take care of this for us."
This is actually the front door to restaurant downtown. How in the world are we supposed to keep rodents and hobbit children out of your establishment?
Fortunately after much blood, sweat, and screws, we were able to get door sweeps attached to these doors which have done much to help. But ain't nothing like the real thing baby, and if the original doors had been installed more strategically, well that'd be just peachy. Peachier.
Ew York City is crawling under your door tomorrow. Crush us.
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