By Jeffrey Paolano
“How are you today?” asks the attendant as he places the paper plate and paper coffee cup before Mr. Klosik.
Finished, Mr. Klosik places his plastic utensils diagonally on the plate with the paper cup.
Having waited for staff to notice he’s finished, he begins to rock his chair wheels.
“Alright, Henry, I’m here,” says an attendant.
“I prefer Mr. Klosik.”
“Don’t give a shit.”
With that, Mr. Klosik jams the wheel with his foot, causing the chair to careen into a table, scattering the lot.
“How ’bout now?”
“You got’a be a prick?”
“Asks an asshole.”
“Piss off.”
“Precisely, bitch.”
sad….makes me think of the horrid conditions in which our elderly and disabled have to live when they can no longer be at home…even the attendants are mean, cruel, and dismissive. such horrible places to live.
Much like the Jeff I remember all those years ago in the Labor Building at Firestone. You haven’t lost your touch or passion. Hope you are well.