Conversation with the Security Guard Downstairs
Monday, November 17th, 2008I asked my sister, Frances, to bring lunch to me at work in exchange for giving her a Nokia phone for her trip to Buenos Aires. Me: Can you let her up? Guard: No, I can’t. Me: (Thinking he’s kidding, because they do this before). Ha ha. Guard: She’s delivering food, right? Me: Um. She’s […]