dog-walkers, keys

Some dogwalkers dress like drug dealers
or should I say some drug dealers dress like
dogwalkers
lady believe me when I say I take
my job seriously
in fact,
The last time your son threw a party while you and your husband and the children were in the country, I called you on your cell phone and then at home in the country using the number you had left us for specifically that purpose- to let you know that your kid was having a party. (The last time your kid (not mine) threw a party while you were out of town and made a mess of your apartment, you popped your eyes at me, and asked me why I let him in, what did you want me to do, make him produce papers proving that this was his primary residence for purposes of taxation? (But I do try to be discreet, for instance, I didn't tell you he had strippers up there. I didn't think you'd want to know. You shouldn't give him such a big allowance. He's only 16.)
Anyway, the other day
I had to pee and so I went
downstairs
and this left one man for the door and the elevator
and he has to lock the door if he's going to go up in the elevator
because I had to pee. (So sorry!)
While I was gone, the dogwalker for 15D came,
the elevator man has to wait for him (building policy)
and you must have come just seconds after the dogwalker,
and then you were locked out
and when it's cold, two minutes can feel like ten.
He went straight back up,
Phil must have had another ring on another floor
(there are other people that live here,
besides you, Ma'am),
anyway here comes that
dogwalker, dark-skinned young man
whose clothes look more expensive than he should be able to afford (He lives with his moms)
and I open the door
and apologize that
you had to wait (I know you pay a lot to live here. I know.)
The incredulous look on your face
as that young man puts something in my hand
mumbling about "keys"