You Didn’t Need this 30 Seconds Anyway.

Walked out of my apartment building.

The doorman introduced me to the exterminator, who comes once a week.

I had never met the exterminator before.

We shared small talk.

He was wearing furry hat.

He told me things I didn’t want to know about my apartment from before I bought and gut renovated it.

I went to work.

That passed for an interesting happening in a Manhattan February.