I had snuck into someones apartment with two other friends to leave the resident an envelope with a key in it. I wrote that I was a Concierge and had even written my hotel name on it, although I later regretted giving her so much information about me.

We opened the bedroom window to jump out and they both jumped the 10 stories to the ground without hesitating. They were yelling up to assure me that I would land safely and somehow I had a feeling that it might be a dream, but once I looked down I suddenly didn't want to assume I was dreaming so I carefully slid down a pipe that ran alongside the bedroom window. When I reached the bottom I realized that I had forgotten to grab the envelope with the key in it (Confused? Me too.) so I scurried back up the pipe and reached in to grab it. As I peeked in I noticed that the resident was now home and she had written on the envelope in red "I'm a Concierge too!"

Next I went into another apartment building and I was with an African American family. We took a very long elevator ride and when we reached a certain floor we had to get out and take a different elevator, only this time it resembled a small living-room with a couch and we were pulled one by one up to the apartment much like a giant dumbwaiter. Once it reached the floor the elevator blended in to be a part of the apartment. I was amazed.

When I arrived the entire family was waiting to meet me. They had cleaned up but you could still tell by the ragged furniture and outdated appliances that they were poor. They were making me dinner and the youngest daughter was telling me how she had a lottery ticket book and her friend could always tell how much she was going to win. I asked her and her friends if they had ever seen another apartment like theirs and they all said no, except for one girl who said "Yeah, twelve" but I knew she was lying.

I was just about to show the daughter how all lottery tickets have the letters of the winning amount written along the ticket but my alarm went off before I had the chance.