Ho-ho-homicide

Wrapping up Christmas at the Leviathan

I’m padding up and down the halls of the Leviathan very late tonight to take my Christmas stuff back to storage — a few big boxes of decorations and my tree.

I decided to do this when no one’s around to avoid another elevator micro-drama like the one I had bringing the tree upstairs back in November:

Disapproving man in a leather jacket and fedora eyeing my Christmas tree bag: “What, pray tell, is that?”

Me: “Could be a Christmas tree. Could be a body. I’ll know when I get it upstairs.”

He just stared as I wrestled it off the elevator.

Did Exhibit A become Exhibit B? That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.