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Some of you have heard this story before. Some of you have not. Enjoy.
Several years ago, long before 2.0 came into my life, I lived in a large apartment building that overlooked the Halifax Common. I shared the building with a man I liked to call Hot Wheelchair Guy (because he was hot and he rocked a wheelchair). He lived just up the hall from me. One day, when checking my mail in the lobby, I saw Hot Wheelchair Guy getting into the elevator, and I decided it would be the perfect time to get an up close, face-to-face look at him – to confirm hotness. I waited for the elevator doors to close behind him, and then made a break for the stairs. I ran past the first floor apartments, past the gym and pool, and headed into the stairwell. I took the stairs three at a time. I ran incredibly quickly. So quickly, in fact, that I beat the elevator up to the second floor. But because I didn’t know just how fast I could move, I also didn’t know that I had arrived on the second floor before the elevator.