Have any of you in Brazil ever heard this?
“Just send it down in the elevator!”
Aye, aye, aye. Sends a chill down my spine. I would have never considered sending a possession down unaccompanied in a semi-public utility. Yet is seems to be a perfectly acceptable mode of transportation for one’s belongings. On more than one occasion, I’ve actually ridden the elevator with a mystery package. Perhaps it is because our building only has 11 floors and 2 apartments per floor. But still. I’ve always refused, instead just gotten dress and grabbed my daughter to go down and deliver what was needed.
But on Day 160, I gave in. My husband forgot his portfolio and wanted me to send it down via the elevator. I considered asking the housekeeper to bring it down, as well as just changing out of my pajamas (it was about time) and bringing it myself. But I figured – what the heck – it’s his and if it doesn’t get there, only he is to blame! So I dropped it in the carriage and hit the button for “T.”
I’ll assume it got there as I received no subsequent inquiries. Go figure.