Introduction There are so many nutty things about our apartment building. A lot it may be due to the fact that it's rent-stablized and we have people living who have been there for a million years and pay $7 a month and who also happen to all be eccentric and/or crazy.
There's a horse somewhere This all means that we were not shocked to come across an empty bag of horse feed while taking out the trash.
Apparently, amongst the messenger-bagged gentrifiers and the crazy old-schoolers, we also have a horse. Or a pony.
Mrs. Robot will not let me rest if she finds out that someone else in the building has a pony.
Questions 1. How do you keep the horse from clomping around too loudly? This building is not sound-proof and I can only imagine that having horse hoofs hitting the hardwood would make quite a racket. Maybe they put down plastic and some hay?
2. Does the horse ever go out? He'd have to, you'd think. How do you get a horse up and down the stairs without attracting the attention of the super?
3. Is his name Clompers?
I guess this also explains the big, empty bag of carrots.
