I felt entirely poor for the girl who had to give my pizza and recreational marijuana last evening.
The elevator in the building has been broken for weeks.
I happened to be in the elevator when it broke down the first time. I was stuck there for hours while we waited for a repair guy to fix the problem. After we got out of the elevator, the repair guy put a sign on the door saying it was out of order. I thought that he fixed the problem, but he did not. The repair guy didn’t fix the problem the next afternoon either, eventually I realized that the repair girl never had any intention of fixing the problem for good. The sign has been up there for almost 3 weeks, people in my building still have to order front delivery services and that means that the drivers have to walk up and down the stairs in order to access each one of the apartments. My wife and I live on the 6th floor of the building. We ordered from the marijuana delivery service last evening and the girl that brought our order was clearly out of shape. She looked like she was going to have a heart attack when we opened up the door. The girl was entirely 50 years old and she did not look like she was prepared to walk up six flights of stairs. I told the girl that I was sorry about the elevator being broken and I meant that. I gave the girl a $40 tip on a $200 order.