I’m about to enter my building when I hear someone holler, “Excuse me!”
My doorman points to a man with a young boy hurrying towards me.
The kid looks familiar in his high-end leather bomber jacket and jeans.
“I’d like a word with you, “says the man, in a menacing tone. “I understand you grabbed and yelled at my son.”
I now remember why the kid looks familiar.
“How dare you. Who do you think you are?” he snaps, staring me down in a suit and tie.
Who do I think I am? No shrinking violet, that’s for sure.
I stare at the kid, a preteen who I already know, having already met, deserves a good smack, choosing to address him rather than his bloviating father.
“So, you told your dad I grabbed you? Did you tell him why?”
He doesn’t answer. The father tries to interrupt, but I hold up my hand.
“I’ve asked you a question young man? You don’t want to answer? Then let me give you a tip. You want to be a squealer, then I suggest you go all the way.”
I swivel towards Dad who’s lucky I’m not armed.
“The reason I admonished your son, was because he was about to cross Park Avenue without looking both ways, because he was too busy texting. If I hadn’t grabbed him by his collar, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. “
Boy, am I pissed.
For a little comedy relief, my 18 year-old doorman stands next to me like Clemenza ready to take the gun, and leave the cannoli.
The father turns towards his son. “Is that true David?” The kid is silent.
My anger falsely simmers, speaking in a calm I don’t quite feel, having my utmost fill of the entitled, fucking, Upper East Side.
Did I mention neither father nor son are masked?
“You know sir, if I was lucky enough to have a son, I’d confiscate that phone until he could be more responsible, because you know what? God forbid something ever happens to him.”
I turn towards Clemenza who says, “So you know, the mail’s in.” (I so loved that)
The two of us then walk inside, leaving father and son stunned, in our wake.
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