Neighborly
So I get home last night at like 10 PM and I am tired and it is dark and as I'm sayin bye to E and digging in the truck for my filthy shoes I see that one of my apartment neighbors is hanging out outside. He says he's locked himself out. I offer to call the landlady, he's already done it, so I kinda shrug and say, sorry man.
A few minutes later I get a knock at my door. Is that your silver car? Could you, uh, move it so I can get a truck in?
So I move my car and his friend drives a big truck up to the front door of the building. He lives in the front of the house, on the second floor. His window, open, is tantalizingly located just above the little roof on the little front stoop of the house. He is trying to place a foot ladder on top of the truck cab so as to climb onto the roof. This man is pushing 300 lbs and the foot ladder is wobbling. Things do not look good.
I think about it for a second and say, Here, hold my flip-flops, climb up the trellis, over the gutter, onto the roof, and into his window. Piece o' cake. I think I now have a friend in my building!