// update from crazytown//

So, after waiting for an hour and a half in my building lobby, my super finally came in after I called and got an earful from her husband saying, we don’t open the office until 9. We don’t wake up until 8:30, so don’t bother calling us before 9. He’s a real charmer.

Anyway: My super was a little mad because she was working before 8:30 but she contacted my neighbor (calling her twice and also going up to her apartment and banging on her door), who came downstairs and claimed that someone was parked in her spot when she came home last night, which, I’m not a scientist, but half of her car was blocking me in, and the other half covered her space, so, unless it was a bicycle parked in her spot, there is no way that’s even possible. When I said I’d been waiting for an hour and a half and I was now going to be 2 hours late to work, she was just like, well, I don’t get up that early.

Everyone is insane.