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fandomtownies2012-05-18 09:24 am
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From The MCA Lobby To MCA #3, Friday Morning
April had boxes. Not too many boxes -- she was just here for the summer, after all -- but enough boxes that she'd gone ahead and hired a guy to haul them up the stairs for her.
He was all sweaty. It was amusing.
Which meant that she was spending the better part of her morning in the lobby of her new apartment building, in a chair that, yes, the mover had brought inside for her, while watching him carry things and occasionally critiquing his lifting technique.
"Lower," she remarked as he passed her by on his way to the elevator. "Those are fragile."
"The box says 'pants'!"
"Lower."
She'd be here until all her boxes were upstairs or the guy quit on her, folks.
[[super open! come meet the new neighbor! possibly in townies comm because you people need to friend her already and i wanted to post. hush.]]
He was all sweaty. It was amusing.
Which meant that she was spending the better part of her morning in the lobby of her new apartment building, in a chair that, yes, the mover had brought inside for her, while watching him carry things and occasionally critiquing his lifting technique.
"Lower," she remarked as he passed her by on his way to the elevator. "Those are fragile."
"The box says 'pants'!"
"Lower."
She'd be here until all her boxes were upstairs or the guy quit on her, folks.
[[super open! come meet the new neighbor! possibly in townies comm because you people need to friend her already and i wanted to post. hush.]]