"Rucksack?" he asked with a gravelly voice.
"Yes," I said.
"'Partment 33," he said as he went back to his mopping. "But, mista, I'd be careful wid dat one if ize you."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"He ain't none too friendly," he said, still mopping.
I nodded and said, "Thanks for the warning, mister."
In absence of an elevator I took the stairs to the third floor. I went down the hall, found Apartment 33 and knocked.
"Who tha hell is it?" a slurred voice yelled from behind the door.
"Telegram," I said in a loud but cheerful voice...
Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Sneaky, Jake!