I was walking in my neighborhood yesterday when I heard a man call out, “Hey!”
After turning around, I saw that it was some guy just coming home from work. He was outside his building, a few yards from me, and leaning over the railing to the stairs that lead to his apartment building’s basement. This is where many building supers live, Isa included.
“Hey!” He leaned farther over, adjusting his laptop bag. “I’ve told you already - I’m gonna call the cops if you don’t stop smoking crack down there!”
My curiosity was thoroughly piqued. I listened for a response.
Some muttering. The clang of a trashcan lid. I heard feet on the stairs.
“It would be too funny if the super of that building begrudgingly put down his crack pipe and came up,” I thought.
Alas, just a regular old crackhead. His face bore a deathly grimace.
“Thanks,” the guy clipped as he smoothed his collar, readjusted the laptop bag, and keyed into the bulding.
Good story.
Haha! Sounds entertaining!