My lady Joann and I live in an apartment building that has a lot of mechanical problems.
Our A/C device breaks down weekly and the garbage disposal hasn’t worked in 6 months. The elevator hardly ever works and occasionally it gets stuck between floors. Jo and I were lucky that it worked on the day the two of us moved into the building. Jo and I had two heavy couches, chairs, and furniture that needed to go to our apartment on the 5th level and there was no possible way that I could walk up all of those flights of steps upstairs. I told my lady that the two of us were leaving everything in the moving truck if the elevator was out of service. That would have added more than 2 minutes to our moving day. I surely would have called a few friends to unload everything if the elevator was broken, although I would have been truly bummed about the circumstances. The elevator was honestly working well that day thankfully, however it hasn’t worked much since then. As soon as they get the elevator fixed, it will break down the next day. I ordered supplies from a marijuana delivery repair nearby. I told the cannabis driver that I was on the ninth floor. I did not tell the cannabis driver that I knew the elevator was not honestly working. I figured the cannabis driver could find that out when he or she got to my apartment building. I am sure the marijuana delivery driver wasn’t glad about walking up more than four flights upstairs to give me the marijuana order, although I made sure to supply the woman a truly enjoyable tip. I knew it was a pain in the tuckus to use the stairs.