This Lady Is One Of A Kind
Have I told you that the place I work is highly secured? You need a badge to access the gate that leads to the elevators. Inside and outside the buildings, you’d see security guards on patrol dressed in black pants and white top complete with a badge.
The security guards are usually retired people. Hiring retirees too old for other jobs makes their agency a true equal opportunity employer. But does it make the buildings and employees that they are supposed to protect any safer? It looks like the security guards themselves need protection.
An old lady used to guard our building. She’s blonde and tall and skinny like a model. By her looks and demeanor, You’d mistake her for your former religion teacher. But once you get to know her, you’d realize she’s from a different mold. first of all, she smokes like a man. she’s full of energy. A NASCAR enthusiast, she drove race cars in her younger days.
One day I saw her being attended to by a couple of fellow security guards. She was sitting on the pavement outside the building and she looked frail and close to fainting. For that reason I didn’t approach her as my deodorant was a little strong that day. It was her diabetes acting up. She didn’t come to work for a week. A few days after her return, she was transferred to another building. She was being punished for feeding the ducks that make residence in the man-made pool outside our building every spring. It appears that this kindly gesture is forbidden. Ducks and wild animals are not supposed to be humanly fed as it’s against the natural order of things as envisioned by the environmentalists.
It has been a couple of months since the event occurred but to this day I still think that taking her away from her beloved ducks was a cruel and excessive punishment. In my opinion, it merely deserved a reprimand. However, you know how management people are. They salivate at every opportunity to exercise their authority to ensure everybody knows who’s running the show.
I don’t know why but every time she sees me walking by, she waves at me enthusiastically as if I’m a race car driver instead of the Forrest gump i resemble. Is it because I bought her coffee when she was still in our building? Is it because I always treat her with respect? Yep, I really don’t know and I don’t care to ask.