The Boulders at Lakeridge

This is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down.  Now I’d like to take a minute just sit right there, and let me tell you ‘bout the time I fell through a stair.

 Our journey with The Boulders has been a pretty rough one.  A car robbery, a dead guy, multiple maintenance requests ignored, having to pull a badger out of my drain, etc.  However, Tuesday, upon arriving home from work, I notice (by stepping on it) that our 4th stair in 2 years is collapsing and broken.  Good times.  Now, I immediately put in a maintenance request, but as we’ve learned, that stair will be broken until September or October.  Now, when the two stairs collapsed last summer (at the same time), we learned to work around them.  They were spaced out enough that you could skip them easily. (Please note that all of the broken stairs have been on the second tier.  You know, where you’ll actually hurt yourself badly if you fall through.)  And it was a luxury when after months of griping to get them fixed, the maintenance guys screwed two planks of wood in their place.  We call the stairway “Las Vegas” because it’s always a gamble on if you’ll make it up alive, and apparently, what happens there, stays there because the management/maintenance never seems to know what’s broken, regardless of the number of calls/written requests you leave.  

This new death hazard is dead in the center of the second tier leading up to the apartment.  In one week from Saturday, Cousin Tara and I will be moving everything out of the apartment.  This sounds pretty easy, minus the fact that we have to move down stairs, unless you throw in the fact that we could easily die or break a leg moving out.  Good times.

Yesterday, I was coming down stairs and forgot about the hazard we call 4th stair.  I stepped on it, almost fell through, screamed some profanities and ended up doing a hop, skip, jump-type thing to land safely on the landing before descending down the last set of stairs.  Proud of myself for not dying, I look up beaming…into the face of a small boy and an old woman. 

 

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