The People Under the Stairs

Sometime about two weeks ago I noticed a shopping cart under the stairs that lead up to our apartment. It was a little perplexing, especially since it looked like it was filled with a homeless person's possessions, but I just thought, "Hey, someone's got too many Christmas presents for his apartment!" and left it at that. We do have a severe lack of storage space in our building. Also, there was no evidence of an actual homeless person living under the stairs.

I brought it up to Pinchloaf a couple of days later, "What's the deal with the shopping cart under the stairs?" He shrugged, "Beats me, but it kinda looks like a homeless person's shopping cart." So I wasn't alone in thinking that.

I had to admit that I was feeling a leeeeeettle creeped out by it. Everytime I came down the stairs in the morning, I half-expected to see someone sleeping under there next to the cart. Or in the evening, I was afraid I would surprise the person to whom the cart belonged, and a frightened screaming match would ensue. But apparently the cart's owner was merely storing the cart under our stairs and wasn't actually sleeping there.

The other night, Pinchloaf went downstairs pretty late to take out some trash for the following morning's pick up, and lo and behold, the cart's owner was there. A couple of minutes later, he heard someone talking to the owner in question, and now the cart has disappeared. Weird.

Sorry for the infrequent posts lately. This is literally the most exciting thing that's happened in the last two months. Envy me. Merry Christmas, everyone!