Here in MN we live on the third story of an apartment building. Don't get me wrong I love my apartment. We have large windows looking out on a rivine, wet lands teaming with wild life and a bike / jogging path. Nice size rooms and a walk in closet.
But there are down sides. Example, yesterday the elevator was out of order. No problem Jezebel and I need exercise anyway so off we go to the stairway where we meet a little old lady with a walker mumbling about the elevator being out. I ask how she was going to get her walker down .She informed me she didn't know but she would figure it out. Because she had been to the grocery store earlier where they failed to put her chicken in the bag and by golly she was going to get it. When I suggested she could call the store explain the situation and ask them to hold it for a day. No she wanted that chicken for dinner. Good Grief ! So not wanting to witness her death and being my mothers daughter I decided I had to help. I walked down the steps holding the front of the walker praying she wouldn't fall killing us all while she hobbled behind clutching the back. Two flight later we made safely Jezebel and I went for our walk and she went off to the store to retrieve her chicken. Thank goodness Jezebel is such a laid back little dog or it could have been even more dangerous.
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