They Charged Me a Share of the Elevator Fee on the First Floor, and the Whole Neighborhood Regretted It

The neighborhood was installing an elevator, and the sixth-floor resident wanted me to chip in 60,000.

I politely explained that the first floor didn't need it.

But she tried to guilt-trip me.

"The people on the second floor are paying, too."

"When property values go up, you'll benefit as well."

"This was decided collectively. The minority has to go along with the majority. Got it?"

I still smiled and refused.

For several days in a row, garbage piled up outside my door, filling the air with a foul stench.

The sixth-floor resident gloated.

"Without an elevator, tossing it out the window is just easier, isn't it?"

I didn't argue with her. Instead, I built a septic tank.