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Kostoisku
tammikuu 15th, 2016
Me: ”Eugh.”
Someone has had to test if gravity works in the elevator by spitting (hopefully it is spit).
Apparently the gravity works, but dried trickles of spit reach from the street level to the twelfth floor.Me: ”In my opinion, that is the nastiest mess in the whole house. I always push the elevator door open with my elbow.”
The house has had cleaners, who take care of the corridors and saunas.Me: ”I have not seen any of them in a long while. They might be on vacation or quit.
I would not wonder or judge the quitting.”Me: ”This is not particularly my business…”
…But SOMETHING must be done to those trickles.
