Ever since we moved here our water heater has been wonky. The hot water just doesn't last very long. Jon will tell you it last five minutes, but that's because he boils himself in the shower. I say it lasts a little longer. However, I've always had to choose between washing my hair and shaving my legs during each shower. There isn't enough hot water for both.
The maintenance kid opened the pantry and I said "Oh. Sorry. We have a lot of stuff in there." (Meaning the brooms and ladder.) He said "Yeah. Everything from HERE (pointing at the TOP shelf) down needs to come out. I smiled at his joke and moved the brooms and ladder out of the way. When I turned around, he was pulling all of the food off of the shelves. He wasn't joking.
He started at the next to top shelf and I was pushing the stuff to the opposite end of the table as he went (wishing I had taken a picture of the pantry before he started), so it would stay in order, because I wanted everything right back where it was. When he got to the canned food shelf, the same time we ran out of space on the table, I took over and did the rest.
Here's the pantry completely empty. Except for the top shelf of course.
And here's the rest of the food in a laundry basket.
And the other random things that were on the floor below the bottom shelf and over on the side leaning against the Secret Wall.
It was nice to be able to slightly reorganize some of my ridiculous placement of food on certain shelves when we moved in, though. And we have hot water. So yay.