SCENE 1: EXTERIOR. APARTMENT STOOP. DAY.
[SADY, exiting the apartment and descending its several perilous steps for cigarettes, encounters her LANDLORD shoveling out the walk.]
SADY: Just so you know, I salted the steps last night, but it’s come down hard since then, so you might want to give them another going-over.
SCENE 2: EXTERIOR. APARTMENT STOOP. DAY.
[SADY having re-entered the apartment, re-exits several hours later, with A DUDE. They encounter the LANDLORD, still shoveling.]
LANDLORD (looking past SADY, directly to the DUDE): Thank you for salting the steps last night.
Now: perhaps it is a well-known fact that girls cannot carry heavy bags of salt, lest their spindly female limbs snap off, nor touch the salt contained within said bag, lest they melt like garden slugs. OR, my landlord, in addition to his many other fabulous qualities, is sort of a sexist.