For most of us, Labor Day was a holiday, a day off. For we retailers, it was just another day of service to our patrons.
Just as I do on every weekday, I walked to work. My quirk, and my singular pecadillo, is that I read a book or magazine during my 20-30 minute walk to work.
On this Labor Day, a couple of mentally or socially deficient troglodytes thought it would be cool to harass me. I suppose the idea of reading severely offended them. Their “ejaculation” certainly must have made them feel better. Lord knows the idea of reading must be suppressed, else thinking people might feel welcome in New Albania.
As is my wont, I lost nary a sentence in my reading. Yes, I took note of the catcall, but missed not a jot or tittle of the book I was reading. In fact, my only true distraction came when Officer Jack Messer edged his patrol car closer and closer to my knees at an intersection to draw my attention. A fist-bump or two later led to an in-store discussion. It was a discussion of substance and greatly appreciated. Despite the fact that we disagree from time to time, I honor Jack Messer, council member at-large, as one of those who applies his mind to matters of substance.
And as for the ne’er-do-wells who think it’s funny to accost anyone who doesn’t think being stoned and unemployed is the ne plus ultra of existence, I have only this to say – Felix Unger.
