So I come home after eating some delicious shrimp burrito with my boyfriend for dinner and there is this one lady whom I've never seen leaning on the entrance door to my apartment.
Apparently she was really drunk and couldn't open the entrance door so I helped her in. All of the sudden she collapses and my boyfriend and I caught her. From there we were trying to help her find her apartment for at least 30 minutes until she finally told us that she lived on the 5th floor.
She told us to leave so we just left her on the 5th floor. I hope the lady eventually found her apartment..
People need to know what their limit is so they don't make a fool out of themselves.
(my boyfriend's Old Navy Plaid shirt, black tights, Steve Madden boots)