Oh good, I didn't need my butt that toned

Publish date:
September 4, 2011

This is good news for us living in a 6th-floor walk-up since Irene wrecked our elevator lights last weekend. Friends tried to make it a positive by saying we (me and my 8-year-old) would have tight legs and "buns" from all the walking up and down, but no thank you. I've lived in a fifth-floor walk-up in the East Village for years when I wanted to. Now I'm happy for an elevator again.