By Anonymous Manhattan Mom |March 10, 2010 - 10:01AM
About three years ago, we had a very unfortunate incident happen with a careless nanny in front of the doorman in which my then-three-year-old son’s safety was at stake.
As a thank-you to my doorman for basically rescuing my son from the situation and filling me in, I gave him a package of $100 worth of lottery tickets and scratch-offs with a note saying, “I hope this makes you as lucky as you made me.”
Ever since then, we’ve had an unspoken understanding.
I go out of my way to pick up coffee, bagels, donuts. Whenever we celebrate a holiday, I’ll always bring down stuff, and whenever we order pizza for the kids in playroom, I’ll order extra pizza for doorman.
In exchange he keeps me in loop on absolutely everything.
He’ll tell me what time my new nanny arrives in the morning, how many times she goes in and out before my son gets home from school, how many times dog gets walked--but tells me in a way without being a yenta or sounding like a police report.
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