Hey all! So, I've just moved in -- or, I want to -- but the elevator is broken? (Maybe that's definitive, in which case, .) And I'm on the 5th floor (my mom was afraid someone could break in so I couldn't take the first floor, which I wanted, but why did she pick the fifth? Can anyone climb up that high? she's overprotective, I'm trying to get her in to family therapy but that's neither here nor there)... So, anyway, five flights are a lot of stairs. (Queen of understatement here!) So, I guess what I'm trying to figure out is: are New Yorkers as rude as they're rumored to be? HALP! how do I get the elevator to stop on my floor so I can move my things in?