I live on the twelfth floor of an old residential complex and have climbed the stairs for five years.
The residents' group chat was full of arguments about installing an elevator, but no one dared to take the lead.
I put up the money, took charge of getting an elevator installed, handled the paperwork, found a construction crew, and worked at it for three months.
But my neighbors changed the blueprints behind my back.
Everyone else's elevator opened right at their door. Only mine required a detour through the fire escape.
A screenshot of their private chat was accidentally posted in the residents' group: "She's already paid for it all, so she won't dare pull out."
I laughed, left the group, withdrew my funding, and turned off my phone.
The spot they'd chosen was directly above the building's main sewage pipe.
