Lather, Rinse, Repeat
If you don’t know me that well, I live in a building that is very very old. Where the elevator should be is just solid wall, though you can see where the call button used to linger, waiting to escort residents up to the fifth floor without having to traverse the 8,000 stairs. This was a point of bitterness around move in time when I had to carry my bed, desk, big tv, and other heavy items up the stairs. I’ve since grown used to it though and it isn’t really that bad.
I live on the top floor, and the stairs continue upward but there isĀ sign posted saying “No Roof Access”, which is obviously a call to go up the stairs, right? Right.
So we go up, just to see what is above us, and gosh darn it all if there WAS roof access. Not only that, but as we walk by the giant pulley (looks like it hasnt been touched sinced 1940) that lifted the elevator and walk on the gravel roof, we see…. air conditioners?
No part of our building is air conditioned. My roommate and I both have window units, but there are no grates or any central air throughout the building. Yet here we are, on the roof, and there are these HUGE air conditioners running.
What. are. they. for.
I’ve been trying to figure this out for ages.
It’s eating away at my brain.

