The apartment building hires someone to clean up after us, and by us, I means the slobs who live in this building. Apparently, their mothers were derelict in teaching them how to behave. They drop stuff and walk away. They leave trash in the stairwells despite the risk of a huge fine. One peep tossed the trash bags out the window. I can only assume that many of the foreign nationals living here had staff back home.
The management company hires someone to take care of the building, and the current woman does a wonderful job, though I fear she's overworked and underpaid.
She smiles. She's friendly. She collects discarded clothes for a shelter. In a few days, she'll collect a card also, though it won't go far at the grocery store.