Yeah, that was me you might have seen earlier this evening helping a young lady in the next building break into her apartment. Susie told me in the course of her break-in, several people stopped and asked her what was going on. I assessed her youth, gym shorts, duffle bags, and the fact she was trying to pry off the child gate with one foot, the other braced on the stoop, and said, "Can I help?" With the aid of my gay screwdriver, I was holding the gate up giving her about a foot of clearance to slip through when one of her roommates got home. "Keep going," I said, "finish the break-in!" It doesn't make as good a story unless she actually enters the apartment, especially since another of her roommates was inside the whole time, but was passed out, er, asleep.

It was almost like work today--I did my shift at the Food Bank's tax center. How's this for service--there's no schedule of volunteers, you go when you feel like it, and on weekends when the law students can come, they have more helpers than computers. So the receptionist has to estimate the through-put and figure out when to cut off the line so the staff can leave by 7pm. The first couple of taxpayers went really rough, because as I freely admitted, I'd forgotten everything. (And all the IRS tutorials were about tax concepts; what the work is about is navigating the tax software, which just takes some hanging getting of.) Tomorrow I have some bidness on Staten Island, but I'm looking forward to going back Thursday.