Our Dr. Doolittle neighbor works at an extremely fancy bar downtown and last night we went to visit him at work. He saved us a table by the window and when we arrived, proceeded to ply us with champagne, wine and martinis, exciting appetizers and an enormous plate of dessert samplers. All free.
Just before that, we went and looked at a couple of apartments for sale in the neighborhood, neither of which was as nice as our current place. Then we go out and our current building manager floods our faces with free delightfulness. It’s like the universe is trying to tell us we’re better off staying where we are.
Universe, I don’t know whether it was the crab slider or the enormous tiramisu that did the trick, but I am beginning to think you might be right about this.