So imagine if you will a 4-story walk up (for those of you not familiar with the term, think a building with 3 apartments and you have to "walk up" to get to the upper floors) in NYC that is in need of a little repair but that has become the home of celebrities within the three units in the building.
Actual situation and conversation–
There is a play date with a neighbor and the celebrity couple who live on the 4th floor. Neighbor has a huge stroller and does not want to carry it up four flights of stairs. Knock on door of the first floor apartment of our reclusive celebrity.
Assistant answers the door -
"Excuse me, is there anyway I can leave this stroller down here in the foyer. As you can see it is heavy and I am already carrying this 2 year old. So would you ask _______ if it is ok?"
The assistant replies, "there is no one who lives here by that name. Chris is the person who lives here and would have to make that decision. You will have to ask Chris."
"May I please ask her then?" asked the woman carrying the now screaming 2 year old.
"Chris is not here right now, and I do not know when she will be back."
With that the door slams shut, and our neighbor left the stroller downstairs anyway. Good for her.
I was going to save this second one tomorrow, but I am feeling festive, even though I know you are going to spend all day reading the Top 40. I am too, so don't worry.
What married female pop star keeps coming back to her same basic hairstyle, look, and appearance because when she changes it, her husband wanders off to find a transsexual who has that look?