Possibly this has something to do with me being a jaded New Yorker with only a thimble full of hope for the human race, but when I exited my modest dwelling to confront the day I was immediately greeted by this sight cluttering the hallway.
Sights like this reinforce my belief that common stupidity has overtaken common sense.
I am not a particularly strong woman physically. In addition, I’m short, extremely nearsighted, and practically everything makes me sneeze. Then, there is the problem with my ears. They’re in bad shape. Following one of my early acts of intimacy with my Special Someone I felt her breath in the right one. I suspected there was more than breathing going on over there.
Me: Hey, did you just say something?
SS (slightly shouting): Yeah, I said your hearing’s not that bad!
I conjured my best “what made you think that right now” facial expression, the one that slightly resembles a camel digging out something stuck between its cheek and gum with its tongue.
Me (semi-stunned): You think?
She said something in response that I did not catch and it really was not the time that I wanted to discuss my deficient hearing, but I am quite sure she instantly revised her thinking about my deafness. I suspect she is now fully aware that I am nearing the point of being Helen Keller’s understudy. It’s even possible that she’s already discussed this with me and I just didn’t hear her. But I digress …
My point is that I am a minor, easy to ignore, innocuous player in The Game of Life, but I do have the capacity to break down packing boxes, tie them together with twine, lean them against a wall – and this is very important – a wall in my own home, and then take them outside my building to where the recycled trash goes instead of tossing them like two ill-fitting Russian nesting dolls in the communal hallway as my personal contribution to the proliferation of fire hazards and proof that I’m a thoughtless, clueless, lazy blemish on society incapable of picking up after myself.
[Insert pause for breath.]
After taking the above photograph I removed my motorcycle boots, tiptoed away in my socks, and scurried fleet of foot all the way to the subway station since I prefer to avoid conflict.