Iím only on page 486! I donít think Iíll ever catch upÖ
I live in a three-floor apartment building. You walk in between floors, as in, you walk into the ďlobbyĒ 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 Iíve 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 theyíre trying to wedge an over-stuffed leather couch out the door. Itís not far, she says. Sheís just a woman, she says.
Itís a half-flight of steps, they say. You can do it yourself.
Iím glad they didnít indulge the snowflake.