Ding! The thief strode off the elevator...
...and then crept down the hallway. Y'know, the whole two feet to Erin's door.
Erin leapt out of bed to call the police, but the thief stole her dishwasher, then strolled back to the elevator...
...dashed through the lobby...
...and jumped in his jalopy before the police car even showed up.
"I swear we'll get him next time!"
Oh, whatever.
On a gaming note: I hate, hate, HATE elevators! They take forever! I swear to you, travel times in the game increase by about 200% when you add elevators and subways into the mix. If it weren't for the difficulty of placing the Night Life lots (bars, lounges, etc) in the other neighborhoods, I would never play Bridgeport again.
Blargh.
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