The Post reported an extremely disturbing story this morning . . . apparently, one of the mega-wealthy new tenants at the newly condo-ized Plaza, decided to take out her garbage last night. (This isn't the shocking part, but aren't rich people supposed to have servants take care of that kind of thing?) She walked ten feet down the hall to the garbage room and promptly found herself locked herself inside.
Tenant Joanna Cutler—pictured in the Post clutching the Faberge egg she'd unwittingly left in her wide-open apartment like a sitting duck—shrieked at the unyielding door for hours. "I kept asking: 'Who's going to find me? Why won't anyone check up on me?' I can live through anything if I know there's an end in sight, but I was beginning to think there wasn't."
Cutler is obviously still shaken. '"It was freezing and I kept shivering," she said. "The tile floor felt like ice and was too cold to sit on. I had to stand up the whole time."'
What kind of city are we living in where rich people not only catch a chill but then are forced to stand up for seven whole hours at a time? Can you imagine if that pricey little egg had actually been stolen? I shudder to think.