It was 7:00 am on a normal morning at the Kenwood, where I live on the 12th floor. Several of us on the elevator were silently thirsting for that first cup of fresh, hot coffee, when this newbie I had seen but not yet met got into the elevator and said, \u201cYou again.\u201d<\/p>\n
(i\u2019m hard to miss in my fancy new wheelchair, especially in a filled elevator.) \u201cWell, it\u2019s time for morning coffee,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI had a horse who did that,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Trying hard, but failing, to laugh discreetly. I choked, \u201cIt\u2019s an unusual comparison.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHorses are smarter than people think.\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood to know,\u201d I said, zooming into the dining room with this wonderful morning pick-me-up. I still laugh every time I think of it.<\/p>\n
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Two takeaways:\u00a0 1.\u00a0 I think he likes both horses and me.\u00a0 and\u00a0 2.\u00a0\u00a0There is never a dull moment in this post-college dorm that is so clearly not a group home, as suggested by Mr. Snotty, who shall remain nameless.<\/p>\n
It was 7:00 am on a normal morning at the Kenwood, where I live on the 12th floor. Several of us on the elevator were silently thirsting for that first cup of fresh, hot coffee, when this newbie I had … Continue reading