Classless Society
A co-worker just relayed something he had seen this morning.
There’s this janitor in our office building, extremely hard-working, very quiet and rather shy. He was on his hands and knees scrubbing up something on the luxurious marble floors of our lobby. Two suits walk by and push through his work space, practically walking over him in the process.
Adding insult to injury, they looked back at him and began to snicker.
Unbelievable.
As I’ve gotten older I’ve gotten a lot less reluctant to yell at folks for crap like that. A friend tells me I’m gonna make a great cranky old man on the porch if I don’t get myself shot first.
Jerks.
i don’t think anyone’s ever too old to yell at jerks in suits. fight the power!
A couple of years ago, I was at a meeting on the Hill. One of the other attendees mentioned that I was the first native Washingtonian she’d ever met (actually, I was born in DC and raised in southern PG, but close enough I guess). The others at the meeting all seemed to be nodding their heads in agreement. To me, all this said was that they never interacted with their office or building support people.
DC is made up of a series of parallel and barely intersecting universes.