Well, I made it out, with a little help from the lady. But then, I couldn’t make it back in. Even with her help, I got stuck. I noticed she got busy doing something. But as far as I’m concerned, what else better does she have to do than be my doorman?
(Nancy’s note: I didn’t have any small step stools. I plan to get one to try. For now, I wrapped a shoebox, weighted down, with no-slip fabric. We’ll see if it helps.)
