On little annoyances

After sitting for a few months in the basement, the front door of the bank had developed a serious kink in the frame between the door and adjacent window. 

I've been trying to ignore it, but it gave me a bad twinge every time I glanced its way. For mental heath reasons I broke down and decided to fix it. I carefully clipped the bottom frame, sanded it back a bit, re-glued the frame into position, and finished off with a dab of paint. Although far from perfect, it now looks like a door that no one would give a second glance, let alone a mental twinge.