The Super

I'm unsure if outside the microcosm of the New York City universe, others who dwell at buildings with doormen and building supers are faced with the holiday problems of greasing hands. In NYC, building people must be greased to get things fixed and done throughout the year. The rub in all this is the decision of how much. Obviously, one would suspect there is a direct coorelation between the amount of money one slips the building people and how fast a light-bulb gets changed and while I don't know for sure, I'd think this is true.

In light of this and because Jeff and I are celebrating our first holiday up in Harlem, we were wondering what, if anything, we needed to do for our Super. Once again, we have discovered the benefits to living in Harlem: Cheap rent, good food, and a Super who'll bend steel for us, now that we stuck a red bow on a case of Budweiser and wished him a Merry Christmas. Seriously. We just greased the guy not with a Ben Franklin but with a case of beer. I seriously love our building.