I don't know which is worse -- that there's an empty fifth of Bacardi on my stoop every day when I get home from work (at 1 p.m.!) or that the woman paid to maintain the hallways and exterior of my apartment building pretends like she doesn't see it when she comes by.
UPDATE: Michael and I just passed a man sleeping on the sidewalk at the end of my block and Michael -- noticing a Coke can next to the guy -- said: "I think this could be your guy -- he's got the mixer."
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Maybe she leaves it.
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