Re; the heels and the ramp. Not on a date. At work. Worked in an old brownstone on murray st in lower manhattan. No elevator. Worked on 4th floor. Stairs straight up and down with landing on each floor. If you were afraif heights you didn’t look down from the 4th floor. New hire, guy was old enough to be my father and possibly grandfather. That day were leaving together, he asks me to hold his hand on the way down. I was so shocked at request I don’t remember saying ok, but I guess I did. Were on the way down. Very slowly. That’s when I learned about vertigo. Needless to say, this guy resigned the next day.
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