Sunday Evening, Dick & OTA
Dick had spent most of the early morning moving his things into his new apartment. He'd scheduled the furniture delivery for yesterday so that he could move the heavy furniture pieces around the apartment the way he wanted them before he moved all his other crap in. After spending a good part of the day first carting items up in the elevator and then unpacking them and tidying up, he'd decided his nice new refrigerator needed to be filled with more than just last night's take out leftovers. So he'd gone to the spare room and pulled his bike from its nice new sturdy hanging rack and had stuffed his wallet and keys into he button closed cargo pocket on the side of his khaki shorts. A nice bike ride around to the closest grocery store was in order. He wouldn't go too crazy but he would get some necessities today, he'd decided.
Down through the elevator and the lobby, walking the bike, which was well equipped with a folded metal basket on the back that would eventually hold his groceries, Dick had slid his sunglasses on and headed outside before hopping on and heading off. About an hour later he returned, walking the bike back in with him into the lobby, much more carefully this time now that there were a couple of filled reusable grocery bags fastened to the back. He slid his sunglasses up onto the top of his head as he made his way in the direction of the elevators. So far, so good in this new building.