I bought this from a local thrift store and G lifted it in and out of the car for me and set it up. My new end table has no scratches, dents or bad smells. The doors work perfectly. Yay! It doesn't quite match the other wooden furniture stain-wise, and it's probably from the late 1970's, and D says that stuff like this winds up in thrift stores because their previous owners got old and died, but that's all ok. I am going to keep some homeschool materials in there and D says... this stuff is taking over the house. How is it that now that we are homeschooling only one child, that we have twice as much stuff? I dunno.