"I had this super when I lived on the UWS. His name was and is Tony, because of course it is," wrote Laurel in North Brooklyn. "He was always hustling something, always busy, always running late for the next thing. When he wasn't supering, he was hawking his window cleaning service. I thought he liked me, then when I moved out, he unleashed full rage at me for not leaving my apartment clean enough (even though I'd cleaned it both myself and professionally). Tony did not f— around. That to me, is a real New Yorker. We do not f— around."