The hot water heater went out in my building, so now all the water is about 55 degrees. I complained to my friend, but she had not sympathy, as she lives in a place with no hot water. “First world problem,” say the girl living in a third world country. Yay for what is possible with the Internet.
I decide to shower at work. My old office building next to my current office building has a shower on the first floor, but my key card no longer works for it. I go there with my greasy hair and 2 Trader Joes bags full of clothing and shower supplies. The first few guys I ask to help me get in say they don’t have a key card. Finally an older white woman on the first floor tries to buzz me in with her card, but it doesn’t work b/c she’s a girl. Then she convinces an asian guy getting on the elevator to help me get in.
What if I wasn’t white? I was just some greasy haired guy with two paper bags trying to get into a building where people make $100k+. How fragile my routine is.