the bike diet

This is my apartment, which I love, but I assume has seen little renovation since about the Great War when these were barracks for german prisoners of war. I'm still not quite sure what short straw those prisoners drew to end up in west texas, but I give it a month and I may start sympathizing with their desert plight. I had the day off, so it was time for grocery shopping. When you have to carry all your groceries back on a bike, you start to prioritize the food essentials... clearly, i needed TWO boxes of cereal and salsa chips [obviously, when in texas].

All the door knobs in my apartment are like this, and it just bugs the hell out of me. Where do you even buy two tone door knobs? or is this the work of some bored and sick former intern.