Sarah and I got off the elevator today and I noticed something by the door. It was obstructed by the pillar I placed near my door and so I yelled in a voice way too loud “WHAT IS THAT?” I get closer and I see that it’s a lovely little package of sweets. I pick it up to examine it and I see that there is no note. So I’m like, what the fuck. Who leaves something by your door and doesn’t leave a note? And then Sarah said something I don’t remember because I was too busy ranting about the lack of note and I was oh so bothered.
Then I went to my room to reflect. I remembered two weeks ago – I had done grocery shopping finally and needed a cart to bring it up to the apartment. Even in the cart it was super heavy and so it took some time and effort getting it up the building stairs. But when I stepped into the lobby vestibule, the door to the main lobby just started buzzing open. Jesus, is that you? (I’ve been carrying him around with me again.) Seriously. It was the weirdest and most flattering thing.
So I’m thinking maybe I have a stalker?! A stalker who opens doors for me and leaves me cookies. How karmalicious that is.
But the other side of my brain knows I’m not that lucky and I shouldn’t expect so much from life. I hope to learn the truth soon. I will keep you posted.