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This seems to be my week for mortally offending people. Last night, I came in the front door of my building ahead of a guy with a bicycle, and held the door open for him. Then as he got closer I realized I didn't recognize him (I had assumed he was a different guy who often goes in and out with a bike, and two tall, thin, thirtysomething white guys in bicycle helmets look much the same at a distance), and I said, "I'm sorry, but I don't know you. They're really strict about us not letting people in that we don't know. Could I see your key, please?"
He was incredulous, said, "I've lived here for two years, you know me. You live in [unit Rain lives in], I see you all the time, and you see me." He went ahead and showed me his key (we have special keys for our front door, they're quite distinctive), and then said very sarcastically, "Do you need me to try it out in the lock and prove that I really live here?" I was mortified, and said no, held the door open a little wider, and he went down the hall with his bicycle, still shaking his head and muttering to himself. I felt like chasing after him, calling out, "I'm sorry, but my apartment was burgled last year. I'm a little paranoid now." However, I did not do so.
On the bright side, I'll definitely remember him for next time. But I really truly didn't know him. Especially after he talked. I would've remembered a cut-glass English public (meaning private) school accent like that. He was obviously offended, though.
Cutting for more mortification, vexing small aggravations, and assorted grumblings:( Read more... )
In conclusion, stupid Ben Aaronovitch. I'm sure I'll love "The Hanging Tree" when it finally comes out, but 7 extra months is an awfully long time to wait. On the bright side, having written out all my grumbles and vexations, I feel a little better.
He was incredulous, said, "I've lived here for two years, you know me. You live in [unit Rain lives in], I see you all the time, and you see me." He went ahead and showed me his key (we have special keys for our front door, they're quite distinctive), and then said very sarcastically, "Do you need me to try it out in the lock and prove that I really live here?" I was mortified, and said no, held the door open a little wider, and he went down the hall with his bicycle, still shaking his head and muttering to himself. I felt like chasing after him, calling out, "I'm sorry, but my apartment was burgled last year. I'm a little paranoid now." However, I did not do so.
On the bright side, I'll definitely remember him for next time. But I really truly didn't know him. Especially after he talked. I would've remembered a cut-glass English public (meaning private) school accent like that. He was obviously offended, though.
Cutting for more mortification, vexing small aggravations, and assorted grumblings:( Read more... )
In conclusion, stupid Ben Aaronovitch. I'm sure I'll love "The Hanging Tree" when it finally comes out, but 7 extra months is an awfully long time to wait. On the bright side, having written out all my grumbles and vexations, I feel a little better.
