I’m in Chi-Town visiting my mother. Yesterday when I entered to condo-building where she lives, the front door attendant had stepped away for a moment so I resigned myself to waiting patiently. A older gentleman in a tweed suit saw me and asked “Can I help you?”
I was confused, and thought maybe he was the attendant and just wasn’t dressed in the normal uniform.
Cautiously, I responded by gesturing at the front desk and asking, “Oh… I’m sorry, are you working?”
He angrily replied with: “Do I look like I’m working?! The man who works the desk will be back soon…”
I let the man trail off. He was clearly distraught that a scruffy-looking guy like me was going to have access to his building (I was wearing my most comfortable torn-up travel clothes at the time).