oh needy people

I walked up the 2 flights of stairs to my clients apartment.

Number 35.

It had just started to drizzle. Misty rain. The annoying kind that sticks to you everywhere but won't just commit to soaking you.

I unlock the deadbolt. By this time the (at least 65lb) yellow lab on the otherside is crying and barking.

I unlock the door handle.

The dog bounds and leaps towards me with a duck in his mouth. A stuffed dog, missing it's head and feet. A good indication of the dogs general attitude.

"Oh buddy, it's a duck day?"

He whines and jumps around.

The alarm to my left is beeping. I turn, enter the 4 digit code, and it falls silent.

But the dog hasn't. He's still whimpering and crying.

I know, he's excited.

I see a note on the table. I know it's not mine from the day before as she usually throws them away.

I lean over and read it quickly.

In short, it says.

"Hi, can you put my dinner in the fridge? It's on the counter next to the fridge. If not that's ok."

I turn my head to one side and try not to shake it. My head, that is.

I put the dogs leash on him, walk to the fridge, and pick up the small package. Salmon, reads the label.

I let myself shake my head now. I open the fridge as I do this and put it on the first shelf I see.

I enter the code into the security system, and leave the apartment. Locking the door behind me. Walking down the stairs I can't help but chuckle. It's amazing to me the things people will ask for, to see what they can get away with. And it's even more amazing the irritation they feel when you have the audacity to tell them no.

This isn't the first occasion she's asked numerous "favors" from me. I mean, why not, I'm there and she won't have to pay me extra.

Oh, people.