12th
What? I’m unemployed!
It just so happens to be that today when I was walking into the building with groceries the doorman said to me, “you buy a lot of groceries. Do you cook a lot?” Now to fill you in on a little background, my grocery purchasing is something of a sticking point in our relationship because every time I walk into the building with my shopping bags, he asks if I need help. The walk from my car, parked in the 20-minute spot in front of the door, to the doorman’s desk is equidistant to the walk from the doorman’s desk to my apartment door. Every time he asks if I need help I pretend to consider the thought for a second and then tell him I’m fine. If I made it the first twenty feet, I’ll make it the next twenty feet. At some point early last week when I was bringing home the groceries and the doorman asked me if I needed help, I told him that carrying the food is my workout (not so far from the truth) and that I need my workout, so it’s fine. So when he asked me today if I cook a lot, and I do, I was a bit surprised. Up until that point I had not considered our relationship with my grocery shopping personal. Do I buy more groceries than the average tenant in the building? Do I make more trips to the grocery store than my neighbors? Self-conscious, I replied, “yes, I cook all the time. And bake. I bake a lot too.” To prove myself to him, I cut a still hot slice of fresh babka to bring to him at his lobby desk. Unfortunately, I had just missed him. Onward to tomorrow!
