Just had a disturbing encounter with another apartment complex resident in which I got a mini-lecture from a woman old enough to be my grandma on letting strangers into the building.
Lady, I am a law school-attending hermit, I certainly don’t need a reminder about stranger danger. If you could only see how far out of my way I go to avoid dealing with any and all fellow residents every day of my life, you would know very well that we don’t need to be having this conversation. But if I’m trying to leave and you’re blocking the door trying to get in, I’m going to open it. I’m not slowing down for you and I’m certainly not going to stand inside, tap my foot, and watch you open a door. I have better things to do.
I don’t know why this bothered me so much. Perhaps because I am an adult—as ridiculous a statement that may seem considering this is me we’re talking about—and I just got a patronizing, unsolicited lecture built for the ears of a six-year-old?
I need to go talk to some 30 Rock youtube clips about this.
