All right you little shit, you better hope I don’t find out who you are.
It was almost a full 24 hours in this blackout and you were merrily trotting up the stairs of your building when you found a little old lady sitting on the stairs. She was panting, exhausted – it’s 30 degress out with a nasty humidex making it feel like 39 (102ish F). The elevator is out, no power at all in the building, but this little, old lady was really hungry and had ventured out for a meal. Well, she had to get back UP eight stories to her apartment and that seemed to be a helluva lot tougher than going down.
Yet you skipped on up the steps.
She offered you a “twoonie” ($2 Canadian coin) for you to help her carry her one small bag up to the 8th floor.
“No thanks.” You answered and then just left her there!!!
Listen you little fuckstain – fine, long gone are the days when Boy Scouts help little old ladies cross the street, but nevertheless – you do not just abandon an obviously-distressed, little, old lady in the stair well!!! Was it so hard to figure out that she couldn’t make it on her own???
She should not have even needed to ask for help, let alone feel the need to try to bribe you.
Nice that you have such basic fucking decency you fuckwit!
She was stuck there until we came along with our own elderly resident. I took her bag (which only had a pair of shoes in it) and supported her on the left while she used the railing on the right. Yeah, it took awhile, and she never would have made it on your own. If your time was soooooo precious (yes, and I’m sure that at the age of 12 you must have some Very Important things to do), you could’ve at least knocked on any one of the dozens of doors in your hall to tell someone “hey, there’s an old lady in the stairwell who needs help.” But no. That thought never crossed your little pea brain did it?
Thank, Og, we came along – at least she was able to get rehydrated and isn’t still sitting there melting on the concrete steps.
You’d better hope I don’t find out who you are because I will have a loooooooong conversation with your parents and I will make absolutely sure that you are grounded until you’re old enough to vote. I’ll have you make up for ou lack of humanity by carrying that little, old lady piggyback to the store and back everytime she needs to get a gallon of milk. I’ll have you banned from all elevators for life and make you wear sandpaper socks. I’ll make you wear old lady clothes that have old lady smell. I will make you wear diapers in public – on the outside of your clothes – so you won’t be able to date until you’re 35.
You’d better hope I don’t find out who you are, you little shit!