The Chinese

I've seen it all - poverty, hungry brothers and sisters and even wars that have ravaged my native land. But nothing could prepare me for the Chinese idiots you have here in your country.

Of course the women are bad drivers. Whenever I am in my jeep and see a bad driver, I know it is either an old person or an asian. You see, we don't have them back in Europe. Muslims and Serbs, oh yes, those crazy kidders, but no Chinamen.

There is a place nearby where many people in my building order from. China Palace. First, I've been there and it is no palace. But because I work overnight, I don't typically have to deal with too many delivery people. But this one kid gets me everytime. He rides up on his bicycle that looks like it has been run over by cars on a daily basis. He rolls up and jumps off holding the plastic bag of food in one hand while the bike is still going. It always ends up crashing into the window in front of my building, making a huge racket. I'm gonna beat him down one day.

So last night, he rolls up and crashes the bike into the glass again, leaving it laying there on its side. He doesn't lock it. Instead he strolls right into the lobby and walks right past me to the elevator. Now he knows that all visitors much be announced, yet he does it anyway. Not only this, but there is a service elevator for all deliveries. He pays no rent. Therefore he should not be treating this building as his own.

I bet he is the kind of person who stands still on the left side of escalators, not letting people pass him.

But this is not unusual. The blatant disrespect for New York City doormen, or any laborer, service employee, foreigner, tourist and fellow human being is par for the course here. Some of my fellow doormen get used to it. A friend of mine just up Park Avenue who is forced to wear a Bulgarian admiral's uniform just laughs at it. I guess it's funny, if you really think about it.