Stairs? Oh, yes. Those are those things leading to the subway, right?
I live on the 13th floor. Stairs are not an option.
When I started working at Entrepreneur Magazine, I had to spend a week at the main office in Irvine, CA. They would have let me rent a car but I figured I wouldn't be doing too much exploring -- I was still learning my way around. So they put me up at Embassy Suites. Each morning I'd walk diagonally through the parking lot then through the Taco Bell Corp headquarters parking lot next door. I then crossed the street twice and walked two blocks to the office. And every night someone would insist on driving me back so I wouldn't have to wall alllllllll that way. Californians.
All week people kept complimenting me on a bracelet I was wearing. I explained that some nice people I met in the Phoenix airport gave it to me. (Once they were in their late 70s my parents started going to Scottsdale every winter to escape the cold so we arranged my flight with a plane change in Phoenix rather than Dallas or LA. They drove up, we had dinner, they gave me a bracelet and I left.)
ETA: I looked it up. It was further than I remembered. It was a whopping 0.6 miles! (Except I cut diagonally across the first two legs.)
A is the hotel; B is the office
I live on the 13th floor. Stairs are not an option.
Maybe the library was just their first stop.Jan, the most lazy thing that I have ever seen, was someone who lived across the street from the library. They got in their car and drove across the street, to get to the library. They had no trouble walking that I could see.
When I started working at Entrepreneur Magazine, I had to spend a week at the main office in Irvine, CA. They would have let me rent a car but I figured I wouldn't be doing too much exploring -- I was still learning my way around. So they put me up at Embassy Suites. Each morning I'd walk diagonally through the parking lot then through the Taco Bell Corp headquarters parking lot next door. I then crossed the street twice and walked two blocks to the office. And every night someone would insist on driving me back so I wouldn't have to wall alllllllll that way. Californians.
All week people kept complimenting me on a bracelet I was wearing. I explained that some nice people I met in the Phoenix airport gave it to me. (Once they were in their late 70s my parents started going to Scottsdale every winter to escape the cold so we arranged my flight with a plane change in Phoenix rather than Dallas or LA. They drove up, we had dinner, they gave me a bracelet and I left.)
ETA: I looked it up. It was further than I remembered. It was a whopping 0.6 miles! (Except I cut diagonally across the first two legs.)
A is the hotel; B is the office
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