While I wrestled with the walker and elevator doors, Annabelle sat in frotn of 4C telling at the top of her lungs. As I managed to get myself and the walker out of two crushing doors, Jacquie, my lovely neighbor stepped out of 4C and picked Annabelle up. I told her to put Annabelle on my shoulders, and she did. She then held the elevator for me, and Annabelle rode home on my shoulders, As soon as I set her down in front of the door to 3C and opened it, she couldn't decide if she wanted to go in or not. After all this, the laundry was a breeze.