So Sad

Yesterday Mel and I were both getting ready to leave for different appointments in the city. Mel wanted to leave before me, so I was still putzing around, getting ready while he was ready to walk out the door. He kissed me goodbye, went to the hall door, opened the inner door and stopped, looked out the peephole and came back in the living room.

"I'm waiting for you!" "Honey, I'm not planning to leave for another 15 or 20 minutes!" "That's ok. I don't want you having to go past that guy on the floor out in the stairwell by yourself!" "What?!" "Yeah, the guy out their lying on the floor, puking his guts out."

Oh dear. I went over and looked out the peephole and sure enough, he was out there, half on his hands and knees at the top of the stairs, but he'd finished what he was doing.

Gross, gross, gross.

I hurried up with getting ready so as not to make Mel really late. Mel looked back out and the guy was gone. So, he opened the door and the guy had made it to the top of the next set of stairs toward the next floor up. And there he lay, passed out cold.

Mel left. I finished getting ready and then waited for a while longer, knowing I was going to be late, but hoping the guy would leave.

He didn't.He was quietly snoring so I wasnt' too concerned about his general health (like was he even alive? yes) as I quickly locked the door behind, pulled out my camera and snapped this photo. When I got back 3 hours later, the landing had been freshly mopped and he was nowhere to be seen.

Drunk, passed out drunk.

I didn't recognize him. He might not have been in the right entrance at all.

So sad. Literally - so very, very sad. He looked to be in his mid-20's to early 30's.

Usually the drunks just fall down outside and either they roll or someone rolls them under one of the benches and they sleep it off there. This is the first time one has decided to sleep it off on the stairs.

Sigh.