YOUR PAPERS, BITTE
I hate Nazi comparisons. In NYC the gutless wonders known as residents of the Upper West Side are turning in people on bikes for riding in 30 degree weather without a mask. How about rats?
Episode two or three with the former prison guard at Bergen-Berkenau, occurred during a below freezing January night.
I stopped at the front desk to retrieve a few packages. Before the pandemic I would never let too many packages pile up. The balancing act of several Amazon deliveries is worthy of an audition for Cirque de Soleil.
But the fewer trips required inside the building, the better.
This evening, in addition to the 50 pound box of dog food and treats from Chewy.com, there was also a Black Rifle Coffee delivery, and a Nutrafol for Lee.
I stacked the boxes in size order. Chewy, Black Rifle, Nutrafol.
Trundled over to the elevator.
And there he was.
Not even a hello.
“You have to wear your mask.”
Long pause. Door to elevator opens.
“Really?”
“I’ll hold the car for you.”
“That ain’t sweetening the deal.”
He got in the elevator and left me to deal with the packages.
Surprised that I’ve not heard from management, but they’re just one of thousands of butt-covering business, condo associations, government organizations, and grade schools more interested in protecting their enormous asses than in actually doing anything about Covid.
So the confrontations between the hall monitor and Yours truly might still be at the bottom of the pile.
And if the man would ASK ME POLITELY, I might actually wear the stupid Bazooka Joe Bandana I carry.
I might.
But is it that hard to request something and not demand it?
Is it?
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