Moving Day
I peered through my apartment window, looking out over the parking lot, and gave a low sigh. Another move. I took a sip of my coffee as I walked into my office to get the necessary paperwork for the new tenants. I worked as the superintendent to an apartment building, and this was one of my few administrative tasks. Ocassionally I wondered how I ended up here… being the super of this place.
Growing up I always figured I’d be a famous athlete… I was 6’5” and 250lbs of thick muscle… I was a star tight-end before my knee blew out. It wasn’t something I dwelled on too often.
Because I liked this job a lot—a free place to live, pretty quiet community… and ocassionally things got interesting. After about 8 years as the superintendent here, I had a bit of a fun reputation going, especially with some of the ladies of the building. Being 6’5” and a bit of a hulking beast has its’ perks.
I was reminded of some of those perks as I walked into the hall to catch the elevator downstairs to greet the new tenants.