Jan 15, 2024
Scene: I am approaching the front desk of my building at the same time as another resident. He gets there a second or two before me.
He: 5’8” ish, wearing a jacket which covers a pullover. I can vaguely see MD embroidered on the pullover.
Me: 5’4”, wearing a hoodie that says “Live Girls Dance, Dead Men Float” and teal workout leggings. And Birkenstocks.
The doorman looks at both of us.
The doctor or something says, “Ladies first”
I look at him and say “I don’t see any ladies here”. Deadpan. He stammers.
The doorman checks and sees that the doctor doesn’t have any pending packages anyway. He leaves.
I grin at the doorman and pick up my Amazon order of mascara and replacement screwdriver bits.
