There was a very odd sight on Market Street Tuesday evening. A man was standing at the top of a tall ladder which was propped against the window of a residential building near Duboce Street, and he was either taking out big bags of luggage from an apartment or pushing them inside. After watching for a few minutes, we guessed he was going into the apartment rather than exiting.
"Do you think he locked himself out?" I asked. "Maybe, but where did he get that big-ass ladder? Did he just go across the street to the Orbit Room cafe and ask if they had a 20-foot ladder he could use?" somebody replied. The answer, for the time being, is a mystery.
Our mutual friend has apparently locked himself out many times. I was with him once when he did. He walked around the corner to a neighborhood business and mumbled a few words. The owner nodded and fetched a ladder for him. I got the distinct impression it wasn't the first time. Perhaps this man has a similar arrangement.
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