I ♥ My Concierge
I officially love living in a building with a concierge.
- I simply have to drop my drycleaning off at the front desk and it magically gets returned to me the next day
- No waiting at home for signed FedEx deliveries
- Large garbage? They send someone up for it. No going to the dump
- Someone to press the automatic door open button when coming in on cold and blustery days
- I can lock my keys in my apartment without incurring the mocking disdain of my husband
And probably a whole bunch of other reasons I've forgotten. Short story: concierge = the bomb.
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Oh yes you do.
Somehow I bet your husband still gets to mock you for locking your keys in.
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Beth Ballingall
food lover : world traveller : gamer : New Yorker : twenty-something : former Londoner : handbag lover : erstwhile soprano : geek
Oh, I so have to move to the US...