In March of 2007, my friend Josh and I had an apartment together. One day, our building had phone books delivered to our doors. Like normal people; we brought our’s inside. Our downstairs neighbor didn’t. Day after day it sat outside her door.
Two weeks later we got a second phonebook delivered from a different company. Like before, we all took them inside except for her. This one sat on top of the previous for a few days. We started talking about how funny it would be if they kept stacking up. Instead of waiting for nature to run it’s course we decided to speed up the process. We then added ours to the stack.
Our goal was to get it as high as her door. After a couple posts about it all of our friends were eager to help. People brought us phone books every time they came over. We would add to the pile every couple days. This went on for a few weeks.
It got pretty tall. We would see her coming and going everyday, she paid no attention to the stack. I remember one time I came home and her and a friend were out on the deck smoking. I thought to myself: It’s one thing for her to ignore it, but a friend would surely say SOMETHING. I wanted to know what she thought and if she suspected it was us.
One day I came home and the stack had fallen. We debated on whether to rebuild or to call it quits. Josh had an idea to leave just one and see if she would finally just submit and take it in. He propped it up against the door for her to find when she came home. The next day it was gone.
