I’m only on page 486! I don’t think I’ll ever catch up…
I live in a three-floor apartment building. You walk in between floors, as in, you walk into the “lobby” and you can go down half a flight of stairs to the bottom floor, up a half-flight of stairs to the middle floor, or up a flight and a half to the top floor.
My boyfriend and I are leaving my apartment (on the top floor, if it matters), when I realize I’ve forgotten something. While I go back upstairs, he hangs out by the front door, holding it for a couple who is moving out of the middle floor. Boyfriend tells me the story.
It is hot. They are carrying furniture. Their neighbor comes out, sees they are moving and asks them to carry something to her car for her. Asking once, not a special snowflake IMO.
They said no, they were hot and on a deadline. But she kept insisting. And insisting. While they’re trying to wedge an over-stuffed leather couch out the door. It’s not far, she says. She’s just a woman, she says.
It’s a half-flight of steps, they say. You can do it yourself.
I’m glad they didn’t indulge the snowflake.