Send it through the window!

The apartment two doors down from me is home to one of those classic "crazy old cat ladies". Granted, she only has two cats and regularly feeds 2-3 more that don't live with her, but at 79 years old she is still spry enough to roam the driveway whistling for her cats at all hours of the night. She is rumored to search through everybody's recycling, and she has a poof of stark-white hair that makes her a good two inches taller, wears bright purple makeup, and is one of the skinniest people I've ever seen.

One day I am studying in my apartment and I hear at the knock at the door. I had seen her snow-white head pass my window, and I assume she is going to ask me if the clothes left in the laundry room are mine (she keeps such close tabs on the laundry room, I'm surprised she doesn't just memorize which clothes belong to each apartment, so she wouldn't have to methodically knock on each door to ask every time someone forgets their laundry).

Sure enough, it is Pauline. She is dressed in a red bathrobe. Sure enough, she is in a frenzy. But I had been wrong about the reason. "I can't believe it! I locked myself out of the apartment! You'd think I would have remembered to grab my key, I only left for a minute. What was I thinking." She pauses her rampage to look at me directly, "Honey, I need a chair so I can go through the window!"

I suppress a smile at the thought of Pauline climbing through the kitchen window in her red robe and purple slippers. Without a word I walk into my apartment and fetch a chair. "Thank you, honey, I'll bring it right back," and she scurries off with the chair.

I am tempted, but I decide not to watch. Over an hour later I hear a knock at the door and open it to find my chair standing there. "Thank you!" calls a muted voice from Pauline's apartment. I have no idea what she did with the chair in that time.